Paris’ Flame - Poem by Soulo Moon
So quiet this night,
With a special Paris’ nice.
Glittering were the street,
In joys and in peace.
Sudden chill of the air,
Comes the shadows of fear.
Fierce wind was the terror,
Trying to sweep the street into a despair river.
But blood of fire flame we were,
The blowing would only make us stronger.
By love of every bit,
Huge rainbow would we form,
To guard against the storm,
And a bright bacon to shine
The road through this darkness of night.
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