Wednesday 18 May 2016

Niçoise Daydreams | A Poem

I dream of the place where the flowers grow,
Where blue waves lull against the stones
and carnivals dance the colours of the rainbow.
Do you want to visit the Old Town or the New?

Follow me into the maze
of les vieilles maisons
and get lost amongst the millions
of shops hidden in there.

Run with me, up the hill - 
Up the cobbled stone streets
and colouring book buildings,
until we can look out for miles
Upon the artist’s sheet
that is Nice.

If you liked this post you might like: An Imperfection | A Poem

No comments

Post a Comment