I Woke Up In Paris...
Mechanical Whale With People Inside...
Swimming Down a Canal Divide...
What A Wonderful Sight To See...
The Morning I Woke Up In Paris...
Sweet Pastries In The Air...
Pink Flowers Everywhere...
What A Sensational Smell...
On The Morning I Woke Up In Paris...
Love Songs Playing In The Distance So I Stop Getting Dressed To Listen...
Such A Lustrious Sound...
On The Morning I Woke Up In Paris...
Golden Handlebars Lead The Way...
Down A Winding Staircase...
Sending Tingles Through My Fingertips...
On The Morning I Woke Up In Paris...
What A Glorious Breakfast Laid Out For Me...
So Good I Can Barely Think...
But I Had A Whale To Catch , No Time To Truly Taste...
On the Morning I Woke Up In Paris...
But The Jokes On Me...
So It Seems...
Alas It Was Just A Dream...
But Here's The Deal...
Until It's Real...
I'll Just Walk Around Everywhere And Pretend It's The Morning I Woke In Paris...
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His Haibun
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Comments (1)
This is a Brilliant and Beautiful piece ✨💖and I like the twist at the end😉I thought it was real at first❗