Dreaming of Paris and meeting strangers
Those of a dreamy Serendipity kind of meet,
Sipping coffee, walking along the River Seine
The view of the sparkling Eiffel tower from a street.
Mornings spent sketching beautiful buildings
Filling pages together and chatting about something,
Wandering the gardens, admiring the views
Imagining a whirlwind romance, perhaps a fling.
I like to let my mind wander
And pretend I'm somewhere else,
Because life right now is a struggle
This is more exciting for myself.
