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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paris Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting on a porch<br>In splendid Paris as the doves<br>Guffaw and then scour -<br>We watch them flutter away<br>To their uncanny retreat: a slow resignation.<br>The candid lights flicker<br>And the sound of the automobiles are blaring -<br>The deafening cacophony of the sirens.<br>Among the foreign tongues, <br>She sips on her coffee as her eyes are filled<br>To the brim with enthusiasm.<br>The lights are trapped inside your eyes.<br>She told me, wearing her vibrant array, <br>Her mesmeric grin and her usual floral dress<br>That I have come to pick up in her absence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people chatter in a mad clangor<br>As they sprawl over their coffee<br>A rower came by underneath the winch<br>Where the river streams resiliently like<br>The lock of Janine's hair -<br>I run my hands through her hair and I am reminded<br>Of how hope slithers into my core.<br>It started to rain, gently<br>The supple bending of the cypress to the wind's<br>Amorous bluster is poetry to our eyes<br>The sound of the people scrounging for shelter<br>Is a saturnine humor<br>And how the rain engulfed her floral dress, <br>Leaving it with smudges of the heaven's tears<br>Made her glow in such a resplendent burst: <br>To see the Sun this close under the rain, <br>Lost in Paris is captivating -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We watch the rain drops shatter<br>Like glass tears from the heavens filled<br>With mire and her steady fixation<br>On the dank concrete made me jealous -<br>I wish to be the concrete, her stare<br>Is as precious as the ebullient trance like how one<br>Stands in front of the sea, naked<br>And wan as the wind starkly brushes your soul.<br>She continued to take fewer sips on her coffee mug, <br>Her stench defeats the petrichor, <br>The rain ceased and the doves began to scatter<br>All over the Paris asphalt, bickering over parcels of<br>Bread - she sat down again, <br>In front of me, on a porch in Paris.<br>Without the rain, Paris still razes with a beauty unfazed.<br>I was living in one of her dreams which slowly<br>Transpired into mine as well, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then again, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without Paris, <br>Without the rain, <br>Without the doves, <br>Without coffee, <br>Parcels of bread even, <br>Without the automobiles of<br>Uncouth machinism, <br>Without everything, <br>Everyone, <br>Way away, <br>Alone with her immense eyes<br>Is where I want to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a><div class=q>
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In splendid Paris as the doves
Guffaw and then scour -
We watch them flutter away
To their uncanny retreat: a slow resignation.
The candid lights flicker
And the sound of the automobiles are blaring -
The deafening cacophony of ..."></div>
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