In the quiet streets of Paris’ heart,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A whisper lingers as souls depart,
In the silent echoes of time’s embrace.

The Seine flows on with whispered tales,
Of lives once bright, now softly dim,
Beneath the moon’s watchful trails,
Their stories fade, like a distant hymn.

In the gardens where lovers once strolled,
The roses bloom with bittersweet sighs,
Each petal a memory, softly told,
In the gentle breeze that never lies.

Farewell, sweet souls of the French night,
In dreams you linger, ever near,
In shadows cast by the candlelight,
Your presence felt, forever dear.