<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forgot Paris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty five years since I walked along the Seine<br>It was April then and now<br>Spring chills and sunny spots<br>Lovers hand in hand search for romance<br>Tourists clambering with cameras and maps<br>Avoiding paintings on sidewalks and tourist traps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had bought a cheap etching then<br>A bicycle on a stand<br>Leaning besides the river<br>Meandering through the Parisian land.<br>For years I had it hung on a wall<br>Until one day, broken by a swinging door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a Kodak camera in my pocket<br>And in a dusty album stored somewhere<br>A faded photograph <br>Of her lying on the river wall<br>In black leather pants and enigmatic smile<br>Resting between walking each mile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paris was for lovers wasn’t it? <br>So we argued and then made love<br>On a creaky bed<br>With bread and cheese and cheap wine<br>In a forgotten hotel near Montmartre<br>The magic would last like Monet’s art</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through our bodies pulsed the blood of youth<br>Stout heart and skin so smooth<br>Before us was promise and potential<br>But time has flowed so fast<br>Lost in the wear of work and accounts paid<br>Her ashes now, washed away and memories fade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">April 2010.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roy+Lee">Roy Lee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510403" data-title="Forgot Paris de Roy Lee" data-description="Twenty five years since I walked along the Seine It was April then and now Spring chills and sunny spots Lovers hand in hand search for romance Tourists clambering with cameras and maps Avoiding paintings on sidewalks and tourist traps We had bou..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black