standing there, her legs of iron support
an ageless figure of beauty
and arrogance after all.
standing there, daily bathed by waves
of humans, whose eyes touch her silhouette
of unmistakable presence.
standing there, she kindly salutes the world,
yet with an elegant reverence
due to the wide open influence
that escapes out of the sky.
She is the jewel of her city
and the pride of humankind.
( on my visit to the Eiffel Tower in Paris during August 1997. )
© By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)