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.
