At the Eiffeltower

by The Angel of Secrets   Feb 14, 2007


Paris - Not a city of words,
nor a city of endless crime.
More a city of thousands of birds,
and an endless sunset, lost in time.

Paris - No city of fallen rain,
or an eternity of war.
A city without hardly any pain,
with tons of places to explore.

Paris - a city of fashion,
and stunning pieces of art.
There people walk, into a blur of passion,
and at the Eiffeltower, lies Paris' heart.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    Wow i have never read a poem about a country on here before well written liked it a lot :D

    xxx alex xxx

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