Up to the Summit of the Eiffel Tower

Standing firmly under- strong wind, heavy rain, she is not shaky; holding up- thousands of people inside, she is not fragile; shining up with- holiday light, she is not cold; she is - elegant, firm, magnificent Paris landmark.

In the rainy windy chilly morning,

City of Paris hasn’t -

woken up, completely;

I walked across -

the bank of river Seine

listened to -

water flowing forward, smoothly

watched over -

Eiffel Tower, admirably..


She is tall, slender, magnificent,

accompanying her mother river

guarding around her city,

greeting her people,

worldwide visitors,

open-armly.

Lift up to-

the summit of the tower,

I feel -

a moment of solitude;

the city downward turns to-

be smaller and smaller,

the street lights faded away suddenly.

beautiful gardens become -

little dots;

the landscape views are blurred with-

drizzling raindrops.



Stand on the top makes us -

feel different,

we cannot open the windows,

on the top of the tower;

but we could always open-

our mind to -

touch the sky with-

flying clouds,

fresh air,

beam of sunlight.

Going down, down again until -

my feet touch the ground,

voice mix with noise bring us back to-

co-shared world;

mundane reality,

stroll across the bridge to -

watch over-

Eiffel Tower from-

different angle:

Standing firmly under-

strong wind, heavy rain,

she is not shaky;

holding up-

thousands of people inside

she is not fragile;

shining up with-

holiday light,

she is not cold;

she is -

elegant,

firm,

magnificent Paris landmark

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