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City of Lights

The last time I saw Paris
The lights had vanished from the skyline.
She sat quite calmly,
Speaking in a common tongue,
Words that soon dissolved like my intentions.
Her eyes met mine
Then turned away towards the moon.
I sat alone in midnight's room,
Lost in thought and memory;
Dreaming of what might have been,
Pleased with what will never be.






Copyright © 1997 -2018 by Benjamin Toney.  All rights reserved.
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Rodrigues Avatar
June 10, 2026 at 8:02 AM
Lovely words! Great opening line! Also love: Her eyes met mine Then turned away towards the moon.
Nicholsen Avatar
February 11, 2026 at 2:43 AM
This is just a lovely write
Deslippe Avatar
April 7, 2021 at 3:37 PM
Your poem makes me want to go to Paris and see the lights. The closest I have ever been is Paris, Ontario, my hometown. Well written poem, you are a great writer
Lamoureux Avatar
March 29, 2021 at 2:42 PM
I too enjoyed Paris with the lights and then later without the lights. She was enough to illuminate the darkness.
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