A Walk to the White Tower


There is no elevator mounting the hill to the White Tower,
We could just sit on the grass and listen the bells tolling every half hour,
We could watch the rooftops and fill our lungs with fresh air,
Or we could walk our way up and kiss at each stair.

View from the White Tower, Brașov, Romania

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