Summer Day in Paris: A Whispered Dream
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| A moment of reflection. He stands casually under a tree, gazing out at what lies ahead. |
Cobbled Streets and Chestnut Swells
Eiffel's Gleam, Love's Eternal Song
A summer day in Paris,
A whispered dream, a sweet caress.
Sunlight paints the cobbled street,
Where our two hearts, so fondly meet.
Beneath the chestnut's gentle sway,
We watch the world drift far away.
A soft breeze hums a lover's tune,
As daylight fades to afternoon.
The Seine, a silver ribbon bright,
Reflects the city's golden light.
Hand in hand, we stroll along,
Lost in love's eternal song.
A cafe's charm, a shared croissant,
A moment stolen, elegant.
The Eiffel gleams, a starry spire,
Igniting passion, true desire.
In every glance, a promise gleams,
A tapestry of summer dreams.
Paris in bloom, a tender art,
Forever etched within my heart.
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