Imagine
A scene, like hands, warm.
& a plane melting into clouds
silently & beautifully as we watch
from below
cold tongues licking cold ice-creams
a divot, in the glass, in the kaleidoscope, in eyes
colours aflame
Buildings transform into
shades
& well,
there are a hundred ways to look at the city
but I like my view the best of all
Paris
July 2011
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