Paris
Days on end
I woke up to the luminous sun shining bright
With all of its might
Endless ecstasy evoked
Adventure
Paris and Aunt P
Enchanting.
Places, like ladies from my lineage
last longer than one lifetime,
These days will stay durable and reminiscent.
I walk the nights, and gently sail the days
drafting my memoirs.
Pages penciled in, the permanence of family
is the only survivor of the earth
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