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Eiffel Tower

Day 21 ... a collection of poems is open in front of me.

Good afternoon, ๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿ€


The Eiffel Tower is a nostalgic poem and leads to positive thoughts. It may be related to fetishism, though. The simply forgotten object represented something related to her memory.


Eiffel Tower

From Paris, a little souvenir
A pocket-sized miniature

Was looking at her from the corner
Of the piano, as if being a foreigner

Lucky was, the little Eiffel tower
He got her attention from her

Now, she remembered all
How pleasant the days were!

With the little lucky Eiffel tower
They will pick up where they left off

To set off!

- Michie Lyne

๐Ÿ’–๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท☕

ใ‚จใƒƒใƒ•ใ‚งใƒซๅก”

ใƒ‘ใƒชใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸใŠๅœŸ็”ฃ
ใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฎใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒใƒฅใ‚ข

ใƒ”ใ‚ขใƒŽใฎ้š…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’็œบใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸ
ใพใ‚‹ใงๅค–ๅ›ฝไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ

ๅนธ้‹ใซใ‚‚、ๅฐใ•ใชใ‚จใƒƒใƒ•ใ‚งใƒซๅก”
ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰ๆณจๆ„ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸ

ไปŠ、ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸ
ใชใ‚“ใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๆ—ฅใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†!

ๅฐใ•ใชๅนธ้‹ใฎใ‚จใƒƒใƒ•ใ‚งใƒซๅก”ใจไธ€็ท’ใซ
ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏไธญๆ–ญใ—ใŸๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใŸๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹

ๆ–ฐใŸใชๆ—…็ซ‹ใก。

ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

A photo by Michie Lyne, 2024


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