People who would go near me would surely get hurt
That's why I should isolate myself in a desert
Just like how much water a cactus can hold
The same amount of tears are waiting to be poured

This is no fiction, but reality. This was God’s miracle again for me,
few hours hereafter occurred the bombings in Paris.  We ?  Already at Airport Orly to Home  ............................With love, Sylvia.


Paris after the 12th of November? No one to blame
the Eiffel Tower? Never more the same,

departure some hours later, no resemblance
those slight difference: terror in ignorance

forced to stay in Paris forever
could  never see again your homeland, remember?

no dreams anymore, constant nightmares
but……. WHO  cares?

you would never know, was it a curse or a bliss,
oddly enough, I informed you now about this.

Now Paris for you is still a greatest bliss
you’ve never been in Paris before
we did enjoy, quarrelled and enjoyed more

for you and I Paris was the walhalla
our love and happiness we never measure, and blah-blah-bla

God showed us the perfect view
from dawn till again morning dew

to treasure and honour His Mighty Impact
that life He showed you, enjoy it and show respect !

please, beware of His presence
be careful and love thy neighbours in mine absence
in all hours of this Great Silence....

© Sylvia Frances Chan