The Eiffel Finger
THE EIFFEL FINGER
After
The Avalanche
Of Bullets in France,
I held My red sore heart
In both My hands. The darkest shadows were questioned...
What Shall We do now?
Amour Vous les uns les autres plus.
You love Each other more.
Plus D'amour.
More Love.
Amour
-Edlynn Nau
11-14-2015
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015
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