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Current mood:  thoughtful
The air has lost it's breath. I stand here silent now, Looking back in time From where these flowers grow. I was not there, I did not run, I did not smell the dust Nor hear the sounds Now etched in minds But still I felt the sudden shock Of what we cannot comprehend. Now still I stand, These miles away, Yet still with images in mind As fresh as yesterday. This was not some glorious sacrifice, A most un-holy waste of life And I shall not recall whose cause, But I'm still here,... So here I pause, To pray.
© Pete Braven
10:52 PM
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