#seine

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  • jophin 24w

    Paris Paris Paris
    •••••√°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    You mean, a lot to me,
    as I love you more than a beautiful dream,
    let us ride in true love fair,
    and see this lovers paradise,
    in Paris, le Paris, together.

    Paris Paris Paris,
    The city of love, the Paris,
    It's where, I love you to meet,
    On the Eiffel, or its boulevard street.

    You are my only star, in the night,
    shimmering from the sky,
    as the waves dance with the winds,
    reflecting glitters from the city lights,
    in Paris, le Paris, forever.

    Paris Paris Paris,
    The city of lights, the Paris,
    It's where I take you to cruise,
    On the Seine, or its winding views.

    Paris, le Paris,
    The City of love and lights,
    a place for us to be romantic,
    like the Eiffel and the seine.
    •••••√°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    By Jophin Kulangara
    13 Aug 2021
    ©

    #paris #eiffeltower #seine

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    Paris Paris Paris

    •••••√°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    You mean, a lot to me,
    as I love you more than a beautiful dream,
    let us ride in true love fair,
    and see this lovers paradise,
    in Paris, le Paris, together.

    Paris Paris Paris,
    The city of love, the Paris,
    It's where, I love you to meet,
    On the Eiffel, or its boulevard street.

    You are my only star, in the night,
    shimmering from the sky,
    as the waves dance with the winds,
    reflecting glitters from the city lights,
    in Paris, le Paris, forever.

    Paris Paris Paris,
    The city of lights, the Paris,
    It's where I take you to cruise,
    On the Seine, or its winding views.

    Paris, le Paris,
    The City of love and lights,
    a place for us to be romantic,
    like the Eiffel and the seine.
    •••••√°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    By Jophin Kulangara
    13 Aug 2021
    ©

  • because_we_want_to 190w

    Sous le ciel de Paris

    She was sitting in the métro, where an Indian family was discussing what they should have for dinner. The air was heavy and it smelled like sweat. She was tired and yet her mind was fully awake. She didn't want to smell the sweat and yet she wanted to take in every odor this city had to offer. She let her eyes wander around and it was there, looking out of the window, where she saw it for the first time and she knew she was in love. Her heart was beating faster as her excitement was growing. She couldn't wait to see it in all it's glory. Finally the métro came to a stop and she was quickly almost running out. While walking down the streets, her eyes never left it out of sight. She didn't hear the street sellers calling after her, asking her to buy souvenirs, she didn't notice the family of beggars sitting in a dirty corner, she didn't see the old buildings she was passing. She didn't realize that the pavement was dirty and that there was a lot of homeless people sleeping on benches next to the river. All she knew was that with every step she took she was getting closer to her destination. She stopped on a corner, next to a small café, a "brasserie" and it was there where she saw it in it's full size. The Eiffel Tower was right there in front of her and her eyes lit up, she smiled and just stared. It was beautiful.
    ......................
    "Maybe Paris has a way of making people forget." -" Paris? No. Not this city. It's too real and too beautiful to ever let you forget anything." (An American in Paris)
    ©because_we_want_to