I breathe in the fervid, balmy breeze.
Ambrosial, idyllic, enchanting
A city of passion and amour.
My utopian heart skips a beat.
Artefacts, monuments, voyagers
The city of fashion and fragrance.
“Je T’aime Paris,” I look up and say,
Longingly, ardently, earnestly
My heavy heart whispers a farewell.
________________________________
________________________________
Connect with Penmancy:
________________________________
Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!
Latest posts by Priya Washikar (see all)
- Je T’aime Paris - 21 Dec 2020
- A Mystical Rendezvous - 22 Oct 2020
- Silence - 22 Sep 2020