Dilantha Gunawardana

Paris - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

It was Friday night in Paris
't was not the same city as before
After the brutal massacre of innocence
The Moulin rouge - and her crisscross arms
Were in a total blackout
With no can-can dancers
To tap their high heels on the stage floor
A few kilometer away the Notre Dame stood
Echoing the prayers of the faithful
Beneath domes of French-Gothic elegance
And by the side of these mourning monuments
One could catch on the waters of the Seine
A glimpse of a rippling reflection
Of a croissant-shaped moon
Sweetening an otherwise dark and bitter night
With a dough-full of light

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015

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