Good evening Paris!
I’m pleased with myself.
You are so blameless,
I want to know you well.
My way was really cruel,
I wish forget it now.
Of course, you’ll never crumble,
O Paris! Europe’s crown…
Sometimes you fascinate me,
And always you are swell.
How did you find the gold key,
Key to my heart? Please, tell.
3.08.2003 г.
Paris
© Copyright: Анна-Мария Ильвес, 2008
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