The Seine
The Seine
Sept 2004- Paris, France
The city carried a musty scent
after the cool rain.
As if to hear a secret, the trees lean
Toward the water.
Standing at the walls shawled in ivy,
You can see the lights from the Tower.
They are set off every hour,
Upon nightfall.
An old man with grey hair and a brown cap
sells his paintings.
Riverboats pass.
© 2004 S Sawaged
Sept 2004- Paris, France
The city carried a musty scent
after the cool rain.
As if to hear a secret, the trees lean
Toward the water.
Standing at the walls shawled in ivy,
You can see the lights from the Tower.
They are set off every hour,
Upon nightfall.
An old man with grey hair and a brown cap
sells his paintings.
Riverboats pass.
© 2004 S Sawaged
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