The last fourteen years
ago, onto the morning disasters
of beloved New York City
indeed, it seemed very scary
moment of all time, when
the tallest building was
destroyed like ton of
bricks, all the ashes was and were
fallen forever and ever,
as many hearts upon that time
to brake it so suddenly,
the tears of their young eyes
dropping like flies of
fate, when that happened in life
and honored, it truly
stopped in thin uproarious air the
set of sun of mankind, let
the spirit flows, let the angel
sings above the mountain
top, World Trade Center is
wonderful moment of all,
many and dozen of lives was
fulfilled in those years
and years forever, having a good
faith and hope in the
dying day like that, it seemed
heartbroken in many of
ways, how much love in this
ongoing world, when the
building was crashed apart and
splattered as it goes
foreword, it seemed a tragic day
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-20-15
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