blue door
brass hinges
12 Rue du Sentier
Paris
glazed lights
librairie
paper aroma
the call to eyes
evening rain
subtle beauty
le visage que je connais
all the parts
held in song
marcher L’avenue
or village road
under the same moon
and breeze,
wondering in quiet,
pres et ainsi,
- Author: shadow424 ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2021 19:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments2
ton poème est un beau rêve ♥️
Thank you.
I've missed reading you poems
hope all is well
That's very kind x
I haven't been writing many lately
Nice piece of writing ✍️ 👍🏼
Thank you
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