Roses were placed by the mother of an architect who died during the September 11 terrorist attacks
Their darkness has no end
or majesty,
and when visions,
blurred by hatred,
cloud our judgement
or ability to heal;
there creeps still a lonely
dust.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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That’s true, indeed. Well-said!! 🙂
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Thanks for reading, and for your thoughts.
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My pleasure, Anita!! 🙂
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Lovelt thoughts.
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Times don’t get any easier ay? Thanks Elaine.
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Love this!
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Thank you, Kate. I am not a native, but it is a global problem My husband is American and I also have family of my own in the states. It still is yet another chilling part of the past.
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Very moving! ❤
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Thanks for reading, Neha.
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My pleasure, Anita! I am glad I came across it 🙂
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