september 11 2001
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Hand over heart, head lifted to Old Glory.
A flicker, a single thought, crosses my mind.
I remember, I remember when ash rained down like new fallen snow,
A Voice,
Barely a whisper,
But load enough to be heard.
A light,
Barely a flicker,
But bright enough to be seen.
A shimmer of hope,
A flicker of joy,
A glimmer of love.
Richard Drew took a beautiful picture;
Everybody whines
It's a tragedy
All I see is exactly how I feel
when I want to flee
