Silent Sky (911)

Two explosions in New York silenced five thousand soles. The skies went silent as the airborne machines ceased to fly.

  The sky was blue and the day was nice. A warm and gentle breeze brushed my face ever so tenderly. The images of doom and gloom forever imbedded in my mind throbbed incessantly as I digested them ever so slowly.

  The day was nice and the sky was silent.

                                         The dog was happy and my love, loved me.