Dark Poetry #4 |
Night of The Riviera |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The nightly Red skies, Where the blue Riviera, Sheds light on woman skirts, Walking across the over passing bridge. Woman of red, Red wine, Like divine angels, Bellowing the towns alleys, With their beautiful, Red pumped heels. Secrets exchange, Smiles serenade, To evening shops, Where children turn heads, To the winds, Sweeping through uninvited. The night’s romance, Of evening candles, As laughter chases, Through the streets, Where women, So divine, Mask angels with each strong stride. The town of beauty, Simply sealed, Never folded, Always majestic, With women’s skirts, Shedding light off the blue Riviera. [This message has been edited by Tomer (03-04-2007 11:26 PM).] |
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