Paris

Parijs

I’m not incredibly good at translating my own poems, but I’ve attempted to capture the Dutch words into the poem you find below:

This wounded city
lays waiting
for deep silence
and less madness

Love seeps away
not a soul seems to care
Gutters and eyes
cluttered with mourning

N.J

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One thought on “Paris

  1. Almost no words can express this insanity, this horrible pain for the ones left behind, but we need words that really open our eyes to carry on. Thanks for sharing your touching words.

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