__ Morning and mourning, often... the same significance.
fifteen years
this morning of silent tears
anthem's cry
fifteen years
this morning of silent tears
anthem's cry
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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And how still
The stellar wind blows
Turning the leaves
wind off the harbor
waiting for the dawn
We were there early this summer -- saw the fountains. All those names engraved into the stone...leaves you with such a deep sense of loss; gets you right in the gut.
Couldn't believe it happened then,
Still have a hard time with it.
I love that second line.
So sad...so profound...I, too, feel it still, Doug.
Each new morning does little to ease the pain of mourning...
We count... three thousand more stars in each night's sky.
__ I thank you my friends. _m
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