Labloush, the tourist, lost in Paris’ charm, Wandering alone, with no one to alarm. From the sewer to the garden, a journey so warm, In the church, a colorimetric game to disarm.
Four blue targets, arrows flying true, Opening doors, the adventure grew. In the garden, sheep eating flowers, a view so new, Finding levers, in each garden, a clue.
A stairway to heaven, a maze to explore, Lighting torches, behind the church’s door. A dressing room, a checkpoint to adore, Labloush’s journey, always wanting more.
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