Lekhny Story -23-Apr-2024

By the gentle sway of palm trees high, Beneath a vast and cerulean sky, Where azure waters kiss the shore, And seagulls cry forevermore.

In lands where time slows its hurried pace, And worries fade without a trace, The sun-kissed sands embrace my feet, As waves and dreams melodiously meet.

To wander through ancient streets so fair, Breathing in history’s whispered air, To taste the flavors of distant lands, Crafted by skilled and knowing hands.

In every corner, a story to find, Moments etched in heart and mind, By vacation’s sweet and gentle grace, We find ourselves in a different place.