Europa's Space Of Poetry

Sitting on a bench looking into a panorama, that is releasing all stress and background drama; being a part of its rapture, encompassing what I’ve captured.

The sight couldn’t be explained good enough, as I’m doing it now, it’s very tough; adhering to God’s creations, each moment gives me a blissful imagination.

Walking the hill along it’s horizon, feeling as if I’m walking on mount Zion; turning my back to that kind of view was inconceivable, but knowing I can come back makes it treatable.