Open Poetry #45 |
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Boulevard Mystique |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Paris boulevard; on this Sunday afternoon with the melancholy of leaves Heralding the streets. The cheese shops crowded with the usual fleet of customers and tourists, gawking and waiting, as they placed their orders, one by one. On this long boulevard; Cabernet Sauvignon sat along the wooden isles, as the owners boy swept the dust from the entrance onto the sidewalks. The dust settled, as the sun drifted further away from the boulevard cradle, where the wine and cheese carried over to the coffee shops along the nights rivera. |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now I really want to go back. Those cafes are just the greatest for people watching. Nice portrait you painted with your words. I and imaging the leaves of fall in Paris now. |
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