A Walk in Paris

Written by: Ray Angelo Ong

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