The streets are empty
The crowds have taken shelter
A soft chill lands on your skin
Quiet sounds fill the air
Paris in all its majesty
Has fallen asleep
After taking in the Tour Eiffel
The Notre Dame
The seine
The food
The lines
The louvres
I settle into my bed
Unsettled
Paris is sleeping
Yet you are awake
In my mind
On my skin
At the tip of my tongue
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
The streets are empty
The crowds have taken shelter
A soft chill lands on your skin
Quiet sounds fill the air
Paris in all its majesty
Has fallen asleep
After taking in the Tour Eiffel
The Notre Dame
The seine
The food
The lines
The louvres
I settle into my bed
Unsettled
Paris is sleeping
Yet you are awake
In my mind
On my skin
At the tip of my tongue