Nice, France

Sun kissed head to toe
Placid turquoise waters sway
A nest of Joy glistens to and fro.

Straight punk-haired palms
Stand in corners eye
Whilst I sink into suns embrace
White sails, Blue stripes reflects my face.

Baroque trills
Grace buildings century’s old
Each seated in his own happy way
Back slouched Negresco stands beacon of the bay;
Bay lined in liberal stones
Though they be brothers
They dance as spontaneous jazz
As the azur waters retract,
Toes stand silent still
As sun gently curls
In her bay-lined bed

This Nice-scented glow
Resonates quietly
To and fro.




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