The Seine Holds the Sky The cobblestones drink up the fading light, As Paris softens, slipping into night.The river gleams, a ribbon spun of gold, Where ancient secrets, beautifully told, Whisper in breezes through the chestnut trees, Sighing in rhythmic, gentle melodies.The Eiffel Tower wakes in sudden sparks, A golden spine against the purple dark's. No canvas ever painted quite compares To twilight dancing on the city squares.Time slows its pace, the world begins to blur, And every heartbeat falls in love with her.
Lavender Twilight The sky turns to shades of soft rose and pale plum,As the evening notes of the city hum.Light laughter floats up from a crowded café, Where wine washes over the dust of the day.The chestnut leaves dance in a welcoming breeze,Through palace-side gardens and quiet allées. A sweet, heavy scent of perfume and fresh air,And the beautiful magic of just sitting there. Then suddenly, billions of bright golden sparks Ignite the grand boulevards, chasing the darks.The city’s pulse beats to a romantic art , And steals away every last piece of your heart.
