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.

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