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Hammering on the roof
Of this cavern of echoes
Like a thousand
Drums beating in unison
Prompting me to march
In a single person parade,
A celebration of rain.
~

Bright blue iris skies
shimmering down
upon sweetly scented
honeysuckle meadows,
welcome us this warm
early Saturday morning
as we stroll hand in hand
between soft pastel colors
and enchanting aromas
decorating our world
in a beauty enhanced
only by our love

and there is
no place else
*we would rather be
Good morning beautiful
Birds flew stagnant wings did stay there
Course, frozen gazes like medusas stare
As whispers became silent up stared.

Upon did the phoenix burn, and all was
Ash and fire. Screams of unknown were
Swallowed in moments and silence birthed.

Wings did perch to another place, but
Screams did pierce the silence, as this bird
Now illuminated and embers again fell.

An angel fell, so many did, gracing air now
Pain unfelt. Freedoms innocence did crumble
Did fall pillars fragmented downwards.

Day turned in to a perpetual grey night,
All was consumed in the fallen, swallowed
Was all silence, voices, people consumed.

All were the same that moment, what stood
Tall like the  phoenix now ash fell, covered
In what was inanimate, lives severed gone.

A moment Frozen, sealed in memory, in an
Occasion that history will never forget remember
Those gone, as towers and lives descended down.
9/11 never let us forget
I woke up in a fright.
I don't recall last night.
Was I with my crew?
Maybe it has to do,
with the ******, laying to my right.
I feel like I write too many sad things so here
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