Twin Towers
Near the Wells of Reason
As golden sunbeams sing a dirge
To the victims of virtual reality
Where were the heroes?
Of time, fate and sad yesterdays
As soft petals of sorrow rained down
From burning heavens up above
We tried so hard to run away
From the sweet smell of death
As time seemed to stand still
Before the sceptre of perfect death
Finally, the union of earth and sky ended
And the skies came crashing down
A tormented wind filled the vacuum
Left behind by beautiful dreams and eternal hope
(18/10/2002)
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
I am so touched by this beautiful poem. Its the vivid description of that fateful day.It was a very scary day for me too.
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