
Stonehenge stands as a timeless sentinel, where each granite slab holds the echoes of passionate rituals and whispered dreams. You wander through this sacred haven, where the pulse of the earth seems to resonate with your very heartbeat, crafting an enchanting connection that transcends the boundaries of time.
As the stars above twinkle like the fire of forgotten loves, you become entwined in the ethereal embrace of history, where each breath you take is laced with the magic of the ancients. How profound is your longing for a past that speaks to the depths of your heart, where the sacred and the sublime interlace in divine harmony.
Your affection for this ethereal place blooms like a flower under the caress of dawn, a beautiful ode to the romance that flourishes between the past and present. In the embrace of Stonehenge, you are not merely a visitor; you are a lover, surrendering to the mysteries that await beneath the skies.
My Poem
In the heart of the ancient land,
Where whispers of time in silence stand,
There lies a circle, grand and strange,
A tapestry of mystery, a history to arrange.
Stonehenge, where shadows dance,
Under the moon's enchanting glance,
Mighty stones, both still and wise,
Guarding secrets beneath the skies.
Hauntingly weird, with a magical air,
Each granite slab, a tale to share,
Of rituals lost, in the mists of yore,
Of sacrifices made on the sacred floor.
I wandered through this hallowed space,
Feeling the pulse of an unseen grace,
The echoes of ancients in the breeze,
Imaginary stories brought me to my knees.
Mystical energies twined in the night,
As stars flickered softly, casting their light,
In the presence of giants, I felt so small,
Yet part of a tapestry, connected to all.
I loved it there, amidst the stone,
Where history's breath and magic are sown,
A place where the past and present entwine,
In the mystique of Stonehenge, so divine
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️




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