Eiffel Tower
Eiffel Tower
The tower in your photo.
When you say what you see.
With a glass of wine in hand.
He watches the curls of iron.
At the joyful dinner.
Hearing the sound of the glass.
Above the lights around you.
The sunset reminds us of love.
It reminds us of love in the Eiffel tower.
Words of love are heard.
In the position of observers.
The musicians' notes continue to hit the tower.
The new trace tastes the taste of new love.
Observers are at the location of the new tracks.
With those who make the presence of the tower felt.
The position of love is being formed.
Copyright © Johannes Cicek | Year Posted 2024
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