In The Streets of Paris
In the black and grey streets
of a gloomy Paris,
my shadow lurks.
My heart - black like coal;
cold. Hope dwindles,
like luminescent lights
dulled out by darkness.
You drop out of the sky
like a meteorite -
my lucky star.
Blazing warmth;
cherry red lips
brush against mine;
reborn:
the flame within my heart.
The holiest of heavens
bless my lands.
Falling snow, dancing slow;
layers of white sheets
cover the once bleak streets.
In the black and grey and white streets
of an upbeat Paris,
your soul flares.
I want to thank
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