Wengen
Where Alpine summits cradle timbered cottages
Where Alpine summits cradle timbered cottages
Where whispers dance on liquid streets
Where the iron forest conjoins the ballet of futurism
Where storied spires enchant all
Where petals and prayer drift through impermanent grace
Where neon lights flicker through unfathomed fog
Where liquid silk spills over Augustan stone
Where history slumbers beneath domes of bruised magnificence
Where arched illusions infuse life
Where sapphire breathes in crystal depths
Where gleam and hellfire collide
Where rhapsody writes smouldering elegies in gilt
Where reflection of the spire reposes in Triglav’s grandeur
Where 爹味很浓😫
Where the nature’s fiery forges
Where Dom Luís’ arches ascend divine
Where dragons dance with fire and blood
Where yesteryears waltz with the unfolding
Where pilgrims’ souls find solace
Where elysian dreams dance with eternal flames
Where the waves conspire and return
Where peaks peek through veils
Where the sandsbirth medinas meet the Atlantic waves
Where history’s quill scribes tales