In the shadowed streets of Paris, Where echoes of past lives softly tread, Silent whispers of history linger, Amidst the…
In the quiet streets where shadows play, Beneath the moonâs soft, silvery glow, The echoes of a whispered day, Where…
In the quiet streets of old Paris night, Shadows dance in the dimming light, Echoes of lives once lived with…
In the shadow of the Eiffel’s frame, Where whispers of the past remain, A soft goodbye, a silent claim, To…