AUTUMN WHISPERS IN PARIS
“On an autumn evening in Paris, I walked beneath the golden rain of leaves, their whispers carried by the wind. The city felt alive, as if it, too, breathed the poetry of the season.”
The autumn wind calls, soft and low,
Through Paris streets where shadows grow.
It stirs the leaves in a golden flight,
A fleeting dance in the fading light.
The Seine reflects the twilight’s glow,
Its waters deep, where dreams still flow.
Beneath the arches, the city hums,
To the rhythm of footsteps, as evening comes.
The air is sharp, the world feels near,
A tapestry woven with love and fear.
The bells of Notre Dame softly chime,
Marking the hours, stealing time.
A café table, a pen in hand,
Words take flight at fate’s command.
The city speaks in a thousand ways,
In autumn whispers, in smoky haze.
The wind may chill, but hearts stay warm,
Sheltered by love in every storm.
Paris in autumn, a bittersweet song,
Where moments linger, though nights grow long.
