(Photo credit)Evening in Paris
Rusty peach clouds
puddling on cobblestoned ground-
It's evening in Paris and
everyone has their umbrellas out,
gossiping as spindly tree branches
stretch out from behind lonely
old buildings.
The street is filled with a
hopeful sort of solemnity,
the bold lampposts illuminating
quiet reflections in the rain.
5 comments:
Probably your best NPWM poem! Love it.
You are really talented at writing lovely last stanzas. <3 I have to agree w/ Maya on what she said. :)
I love this one.
I think this is your best so far, made better by the fact that it's about Paris because I am getting very excited for my France trip in a few weeks! (:
I didn't know about NaPoWriMo, Priya!
These are beautiful!
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