Our Lady stood tall
A monument where bells chime
We thought she'd never fall
The fifteenth of April came along
Songs and hymns stopped singing
She caught flames, something went wrong
The sound of faith stopped ringing
Parisians look up in dismay
Bursting orange flower
The sky was The Forest's ashtray
A symbol of France's power
Her illustrious past is not lost
High and mighty stands your Cross
(This is the "bursting orange flower" I was talking about)
so sad about Notre Dame, it's been up for almost a millennium! It's practically a wonder of the world. Nevertheless, it will be rebuilt even better. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteThis was such a terrible thing to happen. Great poem .
ReplyDeleteThis is such a nicely written poem, the fire was a total tragedy.
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