In the city of Korca, the streets are lined
With ancient buildings, steeped in time
Their facades are weathered, worn with care
But still they stand, a testament to the fair
The people of Korca are proud and strong
Their hearts are full of love, their will unwavering
They have faced adversity, and emerged victorious
Their spirit cannot be broken, their resolve unyielding
In the markets of Korca, the air is filled
With the sounds of laughter, and the calls of vendors still
The scents of spices and fresh-baked bread
Mingle with the perfume of flowers, red
The night sky above Korca is a sight to see
The stars twinkle brightly, as if beckoning to me
I am drawn to this place, with its rich history
And I am filled with a sense of awe and mystery
For in Korca, the past and present are intertwined
A tapestry of culture, woven over time
I am but a traveler, passing through this land
But its beauty and its spirit will always remain in my heart, etched in sand.
