The Eiffel Tower.
Paris
Underneath
the cherry blossoms
as i look high
i find one louboutin
dropped from the sky
or may be someone forgot it here
so i might as well
return it to its
rightful owner
but why to bother
when its as delectable
as its unknown owner.
Poetry by Sona

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Written on 2023-05-07 at 14:51




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