23 August 2012
-at a wifi cafe...
The city of love, Beautiful as day begins to die So beautiful lit up, Ahead wonders many lie.
The artist painting portraits, The Eiffel tower tall and proud. Musicians strum a song, The tune a sweet sad sound.
Cobbled, long pavements, The heat pleasant and warm. Birds tweet their song, Flying in a swarm.
Candles lit dimly, A beacon from above. Theirs nowhere else I'd rather be, Then the city of love.
Paris • Opuss № I