Paris ~
~ This city of my scattered dreams:
It’s everything, yet meaningless. I have found already fragments of the lost part of me.
I weep… for the most romantic city in the world. I am full, but still so empty.
Teach me, touch me, take me home.
~ Beautiful girl, you embrace the caress of this wasted land with staggering beauty.
Touch the waters of the depths of your heart,
Clutch the strings,
Breathe the silken petals.
Forget you? Never,
Flower of the tragic winds.
~ Floating amidst my vivid dreams,
The open sky breathes life on me,
And I can taste it in the air:
These poisoned thoughts won’t let me be.
~ The sweet, sweet scent of being home, so far away.
“Home is where the heart is…”
I am home.
I am in Paris,
And my British body breaks with my Parisian heart.
~ Take me home. Take me back to my city - my city of my broken, scattered dreams.
Emma Cadavra, 2008.
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