Paris Poem by Robert James Busby

Paris

Paris

As I grow older
the more faith
I seem to lose,
the more I need to see,
the less I seem to learn.

Wandering through
Montmartre
alone,
Pere Lachaise
the rain falling
empty,
though harmony.

Gazing at the paintings
the Louvre
a child staring
at biblical images
thinks nothing,
finds truth.

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