And the walls keep tumbling down
In the city that we love...
Great clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Oh where do we begin--
The rubble or our sins?
"Pompeii" by Bastille
I am praying for you and the people there.
ReplyDeleteThe words you write and the words you choose often make my heart ache.
ReplyDeleteI miss you,
Mother
I imagine it's hard to hear about and see evidence of what is happening in your "other place," especially when you are not there and have no way of really knowing...
ReplyDeleteVery powerful.
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