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Photo By: Me

 

Beneath the sky where starlight spills,

The Seine flows soft, the city stills.

The Eiffel Tower, crowned in gold,

Keeps secrets of the stories told.

 

Ten whispers float through winter's air,

From cobblestones to Montmartre’s stairs.

Nine lanterns glow in amber haze,

Their flicker paints the night in praise.

 

Eight lovers pause by old cafés,

Where time slows down in soft bouquets.

Seven bells from Notre Dame chime,

A lullaby to fleeting time.

 

Six shadows dance on river glass,

As midnight dreams begin to pass.

Five violins beneath the moon,

Play waltzes wrapped in silver tune.

 

Four kisses bloom on crimson lips,

While champagne sparkles in each sip.

Three seconds left—the city sighs,

As fireworks bloom in velvet skies.

 

Two—la lumière begins to gleam,

A fleeting pulse, a fleeting dream.

One—the city bursts in song,

A Paris night both bright and long.

 

Confetti rains on cobbled streets,

Where past and future gently meet.

Oh Paris! Timeless, bright, and clear,

You wear so well each passing year.

Done