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The Eiffel Tower
The Eiffel Tower looming above
The line extending, a snake at the tower’s base
The tower, forever reaching for the sky.
My excitement draining, time in line drags slowly on
The seconds as minutes, minutes as hours, an hour is eternity
Finally it ends! The ascent is here!
My excitement grows the tower’s pattern spirals past
We reach the top and I dash out the doors
Onto the outer platform, leaving the elevator behind
“Come on, come on,” I shot to my family
I reach the railing and the world stops its spinning.
Paris is a sea, spreading away from me
The Eiffel Tower, my island, and I am the ruler
Not whipping winds, but a gentle breeze plays around me
The sun smiles warmly down, it doesn’t burn
My heart beats with the exhilaration of being so high
Paris, a beauty a wonderful sight, creates feelings of happiness and joy and light.
The rooftops glisten in the shining morning dew
The design of the city creates a colorful quilt of buildings
Leonardo da Vinci couldn’t paint such beauty
Pigeons are droplets of gray paint roosting
The buildings united, they rise and fall in waves
The rising sun backdrop paints everything glowing
If only this moment would last forever.
But alas, as I turn around
The sight is leaving, the end is found.
Back, back into the doors of dullness
Down I go, back to the real world
But forever I will remember that beautiful sight
And know that we can be more than a darkening blight.

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