In Sang-Valère, where whispers trace The edges of the moonlit space, Beneath the stars' celestial lace, A secret realm does find its grace.

The river sings a silken tune, Its waters kissed by light of moon, Through forests deep where shadows swoon, In Sang-Valère, night's sweet commune.

The mountains stand, a guardian tall, Their peaks adorned with evening's pall, And in their quiet, echoes call, Of ancient tales, of rise and fall.

The village sleeps in dream's embrace, Its streets a web of time and place, Where history leaves a subtle trace, In Sang-Valère, a sacred space.

The old church bell, it softly rings, A hymn of hope, of gentle things, And every note, a message brings, Of love's enduring, timeless wings.

In Sang-Valère, where dreams conspire, The hearts of many do aspire, To touch the sky, to feel the fire, Of life's pure essence, its desire.

So come, wander through the night, In Sang-Valère, where stars alight, And find within its mystic light, A world where all is pure and right.

With Love By Salvo 😘