Terceira

In the heart of the Atlantic, where bold waves crash and roam,  
Terceira rises, a beacon, a place that feels like home.  
Emerald hills ascend to meet the endless azure sky,  
Where volcanic whispers linger, and the ocean breathes a sigh.  

Mountains adorned in lush green, crowned with clouds that kiss their peaks,  
Vineyards stretch like emerald ribbons, nature’s artistry speaks.  
Cork oaks stand as ancient guardians, strong and dignified,  
Their roots weave stories of the past, in this haven, they abide.  

The rugged coastlines carve a path, cliffs soar above the tide,  
Each surf's embrace tells the tale of mariners who bide.  
Atlantic swells surge forward, a dance of power and grace,  
Dolphins leap in playful arcs, nature’s joy in this place.  

Praia da Vitória glows beneath the sun’s warm, golden hue,  
Fishermen cast their nets, their hopes entwined within the blue.  
Angra, with its history, cradles secrets in its walls,  
Colorful houses line the streets, where the spirit of the island calls.  

Lava fields tell of creation, of earth shaped by fire’s hand,  
Crater lakes shimmer like sapphires, reflecting sky's vast band.  
Nature’s palette bursts with color, hydrangeas brush the land,  
Petals vibrant, a soft embrace—beauty simple, grand.  

As twilight descends, the sun melts into a canvas bright,  
The horizon couples with stars, igniting the velvet night.  
Each glow shares stories of ancestors, their laughter in the breeze,  
In the pulse of the ocean, their whispers bring me to my knees.  

This island breathes in rhythm, a heartbeat strong and true,  
In every gust of wind, I feel the spirit of my forefathers.  
Connections run like rivers, deep under the skin,  
Terceira's shores call out, where memories begin.  

The tides remind of timelessness, the dance of ebb and flow,  
In every wave that crashes, the essence of love we know.  
Through modern eyes, I witness, this beauty does not fade,  
In Terceira's embrace, a legacy is laid.  

With every visit, I carry the richness of this land,  
A mosaic of experiences, a future still unplanned.  
Terceira, heart of my family, your spirit guides my way,  
In the tapestry of life, you are the thread I weave each day.  

Embraced by your ocean, grounded by your earth,  
The soul of my ancestors whispers tales of love and worth.  
In the rhythm of the island, my heart learns how to soar,  

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