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Paris Bathes In Quiet Uncertainty.

Paris bathes in quiet uncertainty. 
Do you miss me, or am I lost just like the millions of footsteps that echo down Champs Elysees?
The way you ignite the minds of poets, and lovers never fails to amaze me.
I can imagine jazz being played beneath the Eiffel tower and people dancing to the tune of the stars.
I can imagine revolutionaries barging through aristocratic ambitions and burning them to the ground.
I can imagine a mother's eyes lighting up seeing Van Gogh walking in the orchards of your city.
Maybe a hint of his mad smile tucked in the corner of his mouth filled with yellow paint. 
People caressing people,
And realising that they are in the greatest City on the earth.
It feels as if every part of your being trembles with emotion, and a story within a story is constantly being constructed.
It feels as if Time itself rises out of its slumber and pays it's respects to your grandeur.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Travelling' 

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