Saturday, November 28, 2015

Je Suis Paris

Bombs and bullets
falling on Paris–
a hard, metal rain–

streaked red bright 
enough to fade
the stars.

La vie en rose,
la mort en rouge.

The stars still shine
after the fires
gutter in the tears

of the whole world,
falling on Paris–
a hard, metal rain.

Stephanie E. De Haven
Lafayette, LA, USA
Donated to NaNoWriMo Office of Letters and Light

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