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Array ( [sid] => 89306 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It Was Paris For Us Then [time] => 2005-03-30 07:10:01 [hometext] => I was watching the remake of the movie 'Sabrina', the one with Harrison Ford and Julia Ormond..and it triggered within me some memories..I thought I put it down into poetry.. God I wish it was Paris for me once again, but none of that I fear for this is the path that I have chosen..c'est la vie.... c'est la vie* [bodytext] => It was a moment carved in time
by the dilligent hands of fate
chip by chip, delicately sublime
engraved by memory's dictate.

It was Paris for us then
in the summer when mine eyes met thine
as we walk on hand in hand
by the bridges of the river Seine.

Upon the cobbled well-loved streets
we pound our footsteps on well-worn stones
as we lived for a while without surfeits
and all we have is this love to atone.

And there it was, the cafe still stands
of all that was, what we were once
a place to visit now and then
when it was Paris for us thence. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

It Was Paris For Us Then

Contributed by Baronhawk on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 07:10:01 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

It was a moment carved in time
by the dilligent hands of fate
chip by chip, delicately sublime
engraved by memory's dictate.

It was Paris for us then
in the summer when mine eyes met thine
as we walk on hand in hand
by the bridges of the river Seine.

Upon the cobbled well-loved streets
we pound our footsteps on well-worn stones
as we lived for a while without surfeits
and all we have is this love to atone.

And there it was, the cafe still stands
of all that was, what we were once
a place to visit now and then
when it was Paris for us thence.

Copyright © Baronhawk ... [ 2005-03-30 07:10:01]
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Re: It Was Paris For Us Then (User Rating: 1 )
by Baronhawk on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 07:13:54 AM AEST
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Man I hate it when this hapens..my description got cut off..I forgot about the problems with the quotation signs again

Here is the full description:

*I was watching the remake of the movie 'Sabrina', the one with Harrison Ford and Julia Ormond..and it triggered within me some memories..I thought I put it down into poetry.. God I wish it was Paris for me once again, but none of that I fear for this is the path that I have chosen..c'est la vie.... c'est la vie*

Re: It Was Paris For Us Then (User Rating: 1 )
by greyshadow on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 07:25:13 AM AEST
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Wow - thats all i can say. I love the way your words paint a picture without cluttering it. It captured the romance of paris and love at the same time. i would appreciate you comments on mine.

Re: It Was Paris For Us Then (User Rating: 1 )
by Rxqueen on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 08:25:13 AM AEST
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"At least we have Paris..." don't remeber what is from. But this was beautiful... loves it!

Re: It Was Paris For Us Then (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 10:03:40 AM AEST
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Wow!! What an amazing picture you have painted here..... Excellent write...
Jenni

Re: It Was Paris For Us Then (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 10:07:48 AM AEST
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I have seen that movie and loved it. I've been to Paris although I didn't feel the romance of it- I saw so many things still vivid in my mind.

Your title and poem was touching, elegant, thoughtful and very beautiful to read.

You have shown glimpses and images.

Fascinating.

Kie

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