Again Paris
A pleasant conversation
Rings the bell of a trip
Cobblestoned alleys
Patisseries and museums
The misty veil of cloud
Wears millions’ beliefs
Freedom of speech
I hear at cafes down the street
Again Paris
My veins release
Happiness love
And unforgettable memories
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
1 comment:
Man, it's so beautifully written. I can't remember since when I stopped checking your blog. It was a great loss for me, really. Whenever I come up here, I am always fascinated by the idea in between the words. Paris is indeed a place of "self," isn't it?!
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