*It's more about spiritual wealth.
The high boutiques,
And endless summers of theatre.
The musette grooves in the street, under moonlight.
In the structures,
Was Helen's unbreakable spell, to the trojans.
The winters were evidently chill,
& Van Gogh was entertainment,
Over wine, piano's & paraodies.
The evening symphonies created,
A loving bind between heart's, ears & eyes.
Charismatic wonders were explored,
Nature became answered prayers.
The festivals released blessings to all.
& the gardens received the most.
Giving willpower more color and effect,
In the life,
Of paris.
The centuries of war and poverty,
Held a revelation,
Of Napoleon's wisdom.
Agreeing to seek light through art.
The Paris Plague,
Transformed the innocence,
Of the Seine River,
Into a revolutionary paradise,
For a month.
I can't wait to see Paris some july.*
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
*It's more about spiritual wealth.
The high boutiques,
And endless summers of theatre.
The musette grooves in the street, under moonlight.
In the structures,
Was Helen's unbreakable spell, to the trojans.
The winters were evidently chill,
& Van Gogh was entertainment,
Over wine, piano's & paraodies.
The evening symphonies created,
A loving bind between heart's, ears & eyes.
Charismatic wonders were explored,
Nature became answered prayers.
The festivals released blessings to all.
& the gardens received the most.
Giving willpower more color and effect,
In the life,
Of paris.
The centuries of war and poverty,
Held a revelation,
Of Napoleon's wisdom.
Agreeing to seek light through art.
The Paris Plague,
Transformed the innocence,
Of the Seine River,
Into a revolutionary paradise,
For a month.
I can't wait to see Paris some july.*
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