Surrounding them, <br />flown in from anywhere, <br />were currents laced with silk, <br />soft to the skin, pleasing the eye <br />the taste of mother's milk. <br /> <br />They had rejoiced, <br />held hands in silly dance, <br />and kissed with hungry lips <br />wet melancholy tears, <br />the glance of France. <br /> <br />They stand there to this day, <br />saliva glued to rough-edged tongues, <br />la Seine flows silently <br />to reach the frigid sea, <br />don't stop now, spring will fill your lungs. <br /> <br />Gray clouds rolled off the ridge, <br />and thunder's dissonance embraced <br />the arms that beckoned to their sky <br />rain drops unite beneath their only bridge <br />but none can give the answer to their WHY.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-847/
