Paris, France

Smelled fresh bread/ and dreamt of Paris./ Its cheeks were caked with petals./ Its fingers, glazed with gold./ Its eyes were bright and pleasing/ Aphrodite.
Respirait l’odeur du pain frais/ Et rêvait de Paris./ Des pétales recouvrent ses joues./De l’or enrobe ses doigts./ Une lueur de vitalité anime ses yeux/ Vénus.
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