The week spent in Paris was a blip in the expanse if my life
Just a page, not even a chapter
The city spoke to me like no other
It called out and welcomed me home
Back in the states I always look for the smallest reminder of the fragments of remembrance
Oft times I’m to busy to notice
But when I actively look for it
I find my home again
The wings sprout from my shoulder blades
And I fly again
Fly right back into the arms that made me feel part of something
Looking away again is easy to forget
Getting fascinated with trinkets I lose sight
And then the search is renewed
And lady inspiration visits
Providing all I need to move forward
Kimo's Den Of Iniquity 
Winged Victory! 🙂 Paris does get deep into you, even with a short visit.
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