There is a tower in France
They call it Eiffel Tower
She is beauty of Paris city
She stands straight without bending and she is an iron Lady!
There is tower in Italy
They call it leaning tower of Pisa
As he is leaning inch by inch through centuries!
Whether he is leaning or falling who knows?
He is falling in love with earth in slow motion
I think what you think?
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