Whispers of Paris

Perched up on my shelf
from a land that is far away,
its whispers always come to me,
encouraging me to come and stay.

Oh how it shimmers
as it twinkles and snows,
I shake it and inside,
it looks as though the wind blows.

The iconic city tower
standing strong and tall,
is a reminder of the giver,
encased in a glass ball.

The polished clear case
as smooth as a melodic symphony,
makes sure all inside is contained,
yet allowing my emotions to roam free.