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Best Poems About / On PARIS
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PARIS
Paris
A wonderful city
A place for lovers
Paris
A city to dream wild
Paris
In that river the boats are moving with lovers inside
Watching that beautiful sky above the river
And the moon from that beautiful sky
Is shining in
The river
Paris
A city that never sleeps
Paris
The romance is in the air
Paris
The lovers are feeling the love that are in the air
Paris
That smell of the roses the lovers can smell
Paris
This is the sign that spring is here
Paris
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year
Now that winter has finally gone to sleep
Paris
The lovers welcome spring with open arms
Aldo Kraas
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Paris
Paris
The city of magic
Paris
The city of love
Paris
The Eiffel Tower
Paris
The Arc of Triumphe
Paris
If a man gets sick of Paris he gets sick of life and beaty
Paris
Bleed out your beauty
Saika Pierre
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Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.
ahmed khaled
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PARIS
Just written medio August 201, for Poetfreak.
Recently last July I was invited by a good friend to come to Paris.
When still living in the tropics I loved to study Beaux Arts in Paris, but....since I was the only girl (be noted: my big bro was the only boy....LOL...) , my mom forbade me, I may not study in Heidelberg either! Since then Paris had become its home in my head, i really enjoyed my very first visit to Paris, i was really very excited...and last July I was back again in Paris, this time I was invited....all previous times I invited myself...
PARIS
Paris was my first Love
so excited for the first time
I thank God above, my love
have met Paris again and a good rhyme
Paris was my first Love
but not my last
I forget sometimes the Present
but I'll never do that with the Past
Sylvia Frances Chan
© copyright Sat Aug 13 - 2011 -
All Rights Reserved
Published August 13,2011 in POETFREAK
Sylvia Frances Chan
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