As twilight diminishes the day’s hope, <br />The street lights beep alarm, <br />The crowds throng the rushing pavements, <br />Cold winds chilling their strawberry cheeks, <br />The traffic horns pierce the strained ears, <br />Pedestrians brush past, <br />Their cigars smoking up desires, <br />The church bells cry reassurance, <br />As I run through the streets of Paris, <br />Alone, <br />Aching for the pillow, <br />Yet dreading, <br />A night of broken dreams.<br /><br />Hazel Nut<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-streets-of-paris/
