Sunday, June 12, 2016

Late in the evening *

Late in the evening
When on the street
In black bonnet she
Came like singing,

Her couture and verve
The evening late absorbed,

Like verisimilitude of the sky
Her love held only in her eyes,

It had been such a Parisian night.

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