# Triolet: A Dance of Words
In the heart of Paris, where art breathes,
A canvas unfurls, in hues of spring,
Where lovers stroll, and laughter weaves,
A symphony of life, it does sing.
The Seine flows gently, a silver thread,
Reflecting towers, old and new,
Here, culture blends, as it should,
In this city where dreams come true.
From Italy’s passion, to Greece’s lore,
Europe’s soul dances on these streets,
Its history etched in every stone,
A triolet of beauty, it greets.
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