Paris

At day it tasted safe and good,

at the evening I tasted anguish and painful blood.

.

Maybe it was the uncertainty

in our greet,

about if I would see you the next day to meet.

.

I saw the lights go out;

the cries of distress;

screaming throughout the walls

of incomprehension,

wounding of flesh.

.

I saw the lights go out;

the growing of the fires.

.

The lights go out;

the dying of the clock;

her hours and times.

.
The bleeding of an innocent city..

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