
Paris
The moon dreams the night into existence as rain-clouds wander the streets of Paris
and your gaze slips and slides through the night’s laughter
over cobblestones through alleys
that weave their way into my heart. (at Rue Saint-Étienne-du-Mont)
Paris
The moon dreams the night into existence as rain-clouds wander the streets of Paris
and your gaze slips and slides through the night’s laughter
over cobblestones through alleys
that weave their way into my heart. (at Rue Saint-Étienne-du-Mont)