We feel filled with wonder
at our ancestor,
they created that timeless masterstroke
a never aging damsel,
ravaging fire was not a measure
of damage and loss
but of the awe it carried
and inspired just by standing tall.
The world is feeling hurt
but France is feeling unequal agony,
it’s a near point zero in a country
where all distances are measured,
fall of Dame's spire to the flames
just seared their hearts so deep,
even as the smell of smoke lessens
the Paris skyline seems so broken.