Walking down the
Cobbled street
Jeans & T-shirt
And silk black flats
Upon my feet
With the sunshine
On my shoulders
And the smell of pastries
In the air
Sitting in the corner
Of a small cafe
Enjoying bread and camembert
While listening to
La Vie En Rose
Play somewhere
Somewhere far away
Watching people
Passing by
Til the day
Has turned to night
The cobbled street
Now paved in
Silver light
With the light from lamp posts
Tall as trees
Reflecting on the surface
Of the river Seine
Walking neath
Blue velvet skies
On my way to
Buy some pink champagne
I’ll return then
To my balcony
In the hotel
Named after George the fifth
And there I’ll sit and watch the stars
I’ll dream my life away
And send a wish into the void
To a far off shooting star
That one day
Life will bring me back
To this heaven
To the city that stole my heart
“Paris” by Natasha Wright. Images from Cupcake (Rated: Moderate)
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How lovely the pics & the poems -thank you I shall visit Cupcake 🙂
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You’re welcome! Use of poetry in a post is something I’ve not done before, but Cupcake just seemed to lend itself to that verse.
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