Speak to me in whispers of the breeze,
in the dance of a monsoon tree,
in the wistful mists of a cloud,
in the golden caress of a sunbeam.
Speak to me in the poetic majesty of the Sagrada,
in the language carved on a frieze,
in the proud stillness of a campanile.
Speak to me in the boldness of the night,
in the audacity of the rain,
in the magic of the morning light.
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