to the dreamers

paris through the seasons

this sort of takes you full circle, as in you can read to the end and pick up at the beginning... it loops, i guess you could say :))

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fall.

the trees on the

horizon

resemble a

sunset

reds and oranges

vermilions

pale yellows and

pinks

your hand in mine

feels like a

promise

perhaps the promise

of forever

we stroll through the

park

as though we have

forever

here

we only have

moments

that will pass us as

quickly

as the birds overhead

flying

south

past monaco

in preparation for

winter's chill...

it's watercolor skies

for the time being

streaks of

brilliant gold

and

tranquil blues

as we crunch through

the leaves

on the path

as though we are

children

still

as though we have

not a care in the world

as we spin into

bakeries

and dance

out of them

as the sun dips

below the horizon

and the world is

showered with the

pastel hues of

a piece by

monet

as the sunset fades to

the black of

dresses we wear

as we run through the

streets

drunk on

champagne

laughing our way into

winter.

the icicles have

frozen

onto the gutter's edge