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Here.. I'm still under the sky but different place and ground I feel in medieval era atmosphere Seeing lots of castles with old architecture Beautiful view in Montmartre, the custom of art Pampering my eyes Autumn creates a wonderful art naturally This place like a natural canvas created by a magical brush from God's hand Though Claude Monete and Renoir aren't exist anymore I can see the blend colors of autumn with my naked eyes There is yellow, orange, red and brown such a lovely painting Let me wear jacket this day Cause the air makes me pretty cold Strolling a countryside of French Deciduous trees along village street With bird song around It's time to harvest I like pumpkins in the field Picking apples and pears in the orchard near Talcy castle French is like a gold treasure Paris in autumn this month Eiffel tower is waiting me I'm walking on the leaves carpet So crisp under my feet The maple trees above me shadowing The leaves twirling send them to dance in the air Exceedingly romantic I was sitting on bench wood Oh.. if September comes NA.2016
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
If September Comes
Here.. I'm still under the sky but different place and ground I feel in medieval era atmosphere Seeing lots of castles with old architecture Beautiful view in Montmartre, the custom of art Pampering my eyes Autumn creates a wonderful art naturally This place like a natural canvas created by a magical brush from God's hand Though Claude Monete and Renoir aren't exist anymore I can see the blend colors of autumn with my naked eyes There is yellow, orange, red and brown such a lovely painting Let me wear jacket this day Cause the air makes me pretty cold Strolling a countryside of French Deciduous trees along village street With bird song around It's time to harvest I like pumpkins in the field Picking apples and pears in the orchard near Talcy castle French is like a gold treasure Paris in autumn this month Eiffel tower is waiting me I'm walking on the leaves carpet So crisp under my feet The maple trees above me shadowing The leaves twirling send them to dance in the air Exceedingly romantic I was sitting on bench wood Oh.. if September comes NA.2016
#love#dream#romantic#autumn#french#paris#deciduous#maple#eiffel
nurul-amalia
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
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