Ksawerow Stary

A village quaint, with charm profound. Ksawerów Stary, its name so grand, In Poland's heart, a special land. A place of beauty, a peaceful space. Just five kilometers, a short stroll, From Stromiec's center, where stories unfold. With rolling hills and skies so clear. Fourteen kilometers, a journey's delight, To Ksawerów Stary, where dreams take flight. A voivodeship's embrace, so bold. Sixty-two kilometers, a magical quest, To Warsaw's heart, where legends rest. Ksawerów Stary, forevermore. With facts in hand and hearts so light, We'll journey together, day and night. Random page: V Australia destinations