I've seen
Paris at midnight and witnessed its feats. The busy cobbles and winding
streets. The light that dances and glistens so bright the perfect European city
at night.
I've seen
the markets, the cheese and the bread. The wine so strong it contends with
one’s head. While Paris towers with landmarks and bars, the tourists swarm and
the roads strewn with cars.
I've found a
true beauty away from the city. A village of sparseness and buildings so
pretty. Where the streets have met only very few faces. I would choose this
premise over many other places.
The fields
so brown and the trees so green the barns so dry no effort to clean. A
quaintness so subtle as though from the past. This rustic vision so different
from the last.
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