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she said the rain reminded her of Paris can almost hear the cafe's and distant lovers laugh can almost feel Paris 'neath my feet she is Paris in my mind Paris in the rain... melancholy on her face with that distant heartfelt... the rain slips away she said she wanted to walk in the garden in summer bloom linger there by shady tree... rest herself on the wooden bench framed in sunshine her perfume lingers on the trail of her soft footsteps a seductive path to her secret heart she says she is compelled to ask but the silence follows her words... her long white dress reflecting beautifully in the summer air her long white dress once reflecting enticing moment at a time she hums the tune to that song the one she so loved in Paris the one that played on that night of joys the one that she held him so much not me not me not me she is Paris in my mind Paris in the rain... I am withdrawing from the beautiful image of her without moving she is getting farther and farther away no more Paris in the rain for me no more song for me she will always be that Paris in the rain Paris in the rain © 2017 mark john junor all rights reserved
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
paris in the rain
she said the rain reminded her of Paris can almost hear the cafe's and distant lovers laugh can almost feel Paris 'neath my feet she is Paris in my mind Paris in the rain... melancholy on her face with that distant heartfelt... the rain slips away she said she wanted to walk in the garden in summer bloom linger there by shady tree... rest herself on the wooden bench framed in sunshine her perfume lingers on the trail of her soft footsteps a seductive path to her secret heart she says she is compelled to ask but the silence follows her words... her long white dress reflecting beautifully in the summer air her long white dress once reflecting enticing moment at a time she hums the tune to that song the one she so loved in Paris the one that played on that night of joys the one that she held him so much not me not me not me she is Paris in my mind Paris in the rain... I am withdrawing from the beautiful image of her without moving she is getting farther and farther away no more Paris in the rain for me no more song for me she will always be that Paris in the rain Paris in the rain © 2017 mark john junor all rights reserved
#love#paris#rain#lovers#brokenheart#summer
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
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