Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

PARIS


Paris
A wonderful city
A place for lovers
Paris
A city to dream wild
Paris
In that river the boats are moving with lovers inside
Watching that beautiful sky above the river
And the moon from that beautiful sky
Is shining in
The river
Paris
A city that never sleeps
Paris
The romance is in the air
Paris
The lovers are feeling the love that are in the air
Paris
That smell of the roses the lovers can smell
Paris
This is the sign that spring is here
Paris
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year
Now that winter has finally gone to sleep
Paris
The lovers welcome spring with open arms

Submitted: Monday, October 23, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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  • Judy Copeland (4/26/2007 4:22:00 PM)

    What a lovely poem. It's simplicity adds to the tone of the carefree spirit found in Paris, especially in Spring; and how simple love was meant to be. (Report) Reply

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