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.
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Priya Washikar is an English teacher and blogger. She loves to dabble in poetry and short fiction. She teaches Creative Writing and Poetry to kids and adults at her online classes "It's Only Words". She feels blessed that she's got an opportunity to convert her passion into profession.
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