Paris Dreams. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Paris Dreams.

Along the Seine the swans glide, by.
Lovers speak with their eyes gazing, holding fingers entwined.
A florist is humming a song as a violinist plays on the ancient cobbled street.
Where moonlight waters gleam and love awakens like a dream.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026

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