Life In Marseilles and Orange

Life in Marseilles and Orange

In Marseilles, where whispers dance with the sea,
And colors blend like dreams in a painter’s spree,
An orange-furred soul wanders quiet and low,
As night drapes the cobbled streets below.

Eyes like amber, soft flames in the night,
Reflecting secrets in the moon's gentle light,
He weaves through shadows, a flicker, a sigh,
A silent companion as moments slip by.

We meet in glances, brief as the breeze,
Bound by echoes of faraway seas,
In this city that breathes with centuries old,
Where tales in stone and fur unfold.

Marseilles, your heart is woven with strings,
In the hum of waves, where memory clings,
And here in this stillness, brief yet profound,
Two kindred spirits find common ground.

In orange fur and midnight air,
Life speaks in purrs, with love laid bare.
©poembyselly
📸 @tomo.y9

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