Ma louvre

Within your walls, a steadfast flame,
where stone and spirit stake their claim.
A bastion strong against the tide,
where fearless truths and hopes reside—
Ma Châtelet.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,
a shadow moves through scholar’s dream.
Thirst burns like fire, alive and bright,
a hunger calls me through the night—
Ma Louve.

Ma Louvre, my refuge, my wolf’s domain,
where your echoes dance on a canvas frame.
Ma Louvre, within dreams’ embrace,
in marble silence, your secret space.
Ma Louvre, Ma Châtelet
You fell in fate, but I needed you.

Roots descend where silence speaks,
in groves where time through stillness leaks.
Strength woven deep in boughs that gleam,
each falling leaf a fading dream—
Ma Rouvre.

A life composed with strokes of time,
where math and passion intertwine.
A canvas born of bold design,
a masterpiece, refined, divine.
Each hue a story, deep and true,
The vivid colors bleeding through.
Ma Œuvre.

Ma Louvre, my refuge, my wolf’s domain,
where your echoes dance on a canvas frame.
Ma Louvre, within dreams’ embrace,
in marble silence, your secret space.
Ma Louvre, Ma Châtelet
You fell in fate, but I needed you.

From your watchtower, I have seen
the living force that flows between,
time bending like a river’s stream,
motion sparked by fire and dream.

Heat pulses through the silent air,
a vibrant current everywhere—
vis viva’s breath, a dance divine,
a flame that burns beyond all time.

Ma Louvre, my refuge, my wolf’s domain,
where your echoes dance on a canvas frame.
Ma Louvre, within dreams’ embrace,
in marble silence, your secret space.
Ma Louvre, Ma Châtelet
You fell in fate, but I needed you.

Could this hold true throughout all time?
The fortress, the wolf, a silent rhyme…
I reached for you,
and now I walk as shadow,
among the whispers of Ma Louvre.

– Voltaire

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— Charles Voltaire