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A Walk in Paris
Beside the Eiffel Tower,
I walked alone;
and gaped at gardens
with cherry-hued blooms.
My lips had felt
the warmth of brew,
while seraphs played
the strings of harp.
I toured the city,
the parks as well;
I watched the sun
as it bade goodbye.
The sky, though black,
was filled with gems:
luring my eyes,
winning my heart.
-thanks to Frances Angela Torrelavega for having this poem edited
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