The mountains rise like giants, towers of granite standing proud, cloaked in emerald forests, whispers of wind their only companions. Their shadows stretch across the valleys, a blanket of serenity covering the land.

Oh, how I yearn to climb, to reach the peaks and touch the clouds, to feel the pulse of the earth, its heartbeat in my veins, a testament of strength and beauty.

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska

  • Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska