Walking by the Seine
In the city of love
Petrichor and you
Murky depths I see
Reflect the turmoil
In your eyes
Seems like irony
A cruel twist of fate
That I have to lose you here
The very place I came
To search for love
Love that fills my soul
And consumes my body
With passion for you
I want to reach out
Take you in my arms
Watch the night lights
Twinkling on the Eiffel
I wish to walk with you
On these vintage streets
And have coffee and croissants
With you on a Sunday morning
But like so many things in my life,
You are not meant to be
I see a dash of color on your lips
That blood red on your pale face
Is all the color I need
In this city of greys and blacks
That wistful look you give
Before hurrying inside
Clutching your umbrella
By your side
Is enough to last me a lifetime...
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Deletelove it :) so much emotions :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sachin!
DeleteThat was a lovely read!
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DeleteBeautifully penned again Aathira :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shanx :)
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DeleteBeauty! I could almost smell the petrichor :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Love!
DeleteLove it! Petrichor <3
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteA poem-like story!
ReplyDeleteNice one :)
Thank you :)
DeleteI loved the description of vintage streets and the smell of petrichor... beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!
DeleteThis setting here is my dream-place-to-be-at :)
ReplyDeleteI went there on a short vacation and fell in love :)
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DeleteLoved it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Love :)
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