Paris, France
November 13th 2015

doves,

bloodied,
wingless,
their skies slayed,

lie cold,
stiff,
broken,

tattered feathers,
strewn,
mingled with fallen petals,

red,
liquid red,

seeping,
soaked,

slashed doves,

their flight plundered,
plucked from our common sky,

on an evening in Paris

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Liberté Egalité Fraternité

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