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Under the French Sun

Updated on March 19, 2014

No need to run away from the weak
it's a silent song we've held within
strangers never need to run
it's a wonderful blessing to dance
under the french sun.

Kissing in the railway
boquet of rogue
wine touches the innocent lips
the poet's loving song
guitar strings strum
the heart's reflection of love
as wire rims turn in the
shadows a praying nun.

Love's favorite language
whispered in your ear
the ballet dance of a youthful
wise one.

Turn around and around
under the bright golden
french sun.

Seventeen miles in a cirlce
the track of love.
The tunnel so dark
in secret we write the signatures
painted in wildstyle.

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      HattieMattieMae 3 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

      Thank you Vellur! Appreciate it as always!

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      Nithya Venkat 3 years ago from Dubai

      Another beautiful poem!