Friday, November 13, 2015

For Paris

I am sorry, Paris.

I mourn your dead and wish for your peace tonight.

Life is not fair, or judicious.

I hope devoutly that you can heal from today's horror and emerge stronger and more devoted to peace.

I am sorry.

I am with you, Paris.

No comments:

Post a Comment

You're thinking it, you may as well type it. The only comments you'll regret are the ones you don't leave. Also, replies to threads make puppies grow big and strong.