Fumay, France
Few may find their way to Fumay,
but it waits lovingly for you in silent budding
splendor, with cottages of stone and
quaint French bakeries; fresh coffee and scones.
It looks like a painting from daybreak through dawn,
but sadly, at present, many inhabitants have gone.
Slip away...
to Fumay.
And never return.
No one will find you here, as your hearth warmly burns,
and you devour unread books, all beautiful day,
stroll the cobblestone paths, with wisteria and cats,
in Fumay.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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