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Arrived in Paris

  • shakeatowernm
  • Sep 8, 2024
  • 1 min read



Pink & Blue & yellow flowers dancing on a papered wall

the smell of bread 4 stories down

The sound coming thru an open window

Laughter, talking, police

The gentle breeze

The warm sun

Ahhhh Paris

I had forgotten your allure

A time for slumber

A time to remember

 
 
 

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