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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