David C Probst
Paris - Poem by David C Probst
I've come here to find and pick up the flowers
Of beauty and strength so divine
But all I can do is walk 'round for hours
Looking for you all the time.
Whatever I do, whatever I see
Looks boring and empty to me
And the sunlight is dimmed by my fears.
I've come here to find and breathe in the glory
Of culture and wealth so immense
But all I can do is sit down and worry
Trying to make up a sense.
Whatever I see, whatever I do
Is lifeless and sad without you
And the moonlight is dimmed by my tears.
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