Mystery girl,
beautiful and strong,
alone and not loved,
not a sound through her lips,
she walks away in silence,
never to be heard by all.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
My Tribute to 9/11
Twin Disasters
The planes bearing down,
Then the final crash,
Panic all around,
Will there be more death,
Or will we be relieved.
Four different planes,
Three fulfilled their missions,
One failed and gave us hope,
Three terrorists,
One hero.
But the worst is now over,
Or is it.
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