<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Paris State Of Mind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the Paris feeling of it all<br>assaulting my senses<br>as I slumbered and dreamed<br>on imagined European time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White noise buzzed<br>with sophisticated speak<br>clicking on cobblestone<br>to Chanel boutique snobbery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the Eiffel Tower loomed large<br>drenching the city in warmed light<br>my dreams paused, to images of home<br>longing for Lady Liberty, a fine french gift</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scents of the city of lights cling tightly<br>lavender, roses and mint leaves <br>hurry me back to my imagined luxury<br>dreaming of the Hotel Le Bristol Paris</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The french sandman sprinkles gold dust<br>here in no man's land, dream world central<br>still safe and sound in my trance<br>the time ticks and I continue to float</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I notice the pace of the country<br>no rat race rules, or impossible schedules<br>they march to a different beat<br>cafe's, wine, and enjoying life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I begin to slowly wake<br>and find my way through this foggy haze<br>my final image of Paris in my dream<br>is a speeding car, hitting the thirteenth pillar<br>in the Alma tunnel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some things are never forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robin+Bennett">Robin Bennett</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=543153" data-title="A Paris State Of Mind de Robin Bennett" data-description="It was the Paris feeling of it all assaulting my senses as I slumbered and dreamed on imagined European time White noise buzzed with sophisticated speak clicking on cobblestone to Chanel boutique snobbery As the Eiffel Tower loomed large drenchi..."></div> </div> </div>

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