A Late Night in Paris

A Late Night in Paris

Rushing rain runs down the river,
Night sky frowning, night of winter,
People, boats in Paris shiver,
Nights in Paris live for ever.
It isn’t always glamorous;
Congested crowds, the people go
To catch their breath, the wind blow
Across the bridge, and below,
A late night in Paris

Light reflects off river and sky,
Under the bridge the river lie
Of boat people gazing up high
To see Parisians walk by.
It isn’t always glamorous;
Tourists are targets for thieves to rob,
People are poor, there are no jobs!
Deadly riots of angry mobs,
A late night in Paris

Paris is a rainbow, they say,
Romance-filled morning, night and day,
Paris, like laughter, gleeful and gay
In the season of Spring, from March to May.
It isn’t always glamorous;
Menacing weather, sharp and cold,
Rising crime rates left uncontrolled,
Dark myths and secrets left untold,
A late night in Paris

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