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The Shadows: 9/11/01
by An Angel
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
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A faceless image brushes past
Swiftly moving towards eternity
For a brief moment
It impales me
Dreams, hopes, desires aglow
Changing intensities, emerging
For a brief moment
They disrupt me
Emotions of fury, fear, hope
Bathe me in a sea of gray
For a brief moment
They move me
Nameless souls in despair, cry
In an ocean of tears to drown
For a brief moment
They join me
Voices like the sirens piercing, deep
Images, dreams, emotions, souls
For a brief moment
They touch me
A voice speaks of unity, strength, prayer
Of freedom, love, a nation under God
For a brief moment
Did you hear me
Copyright ©Angel angel.authorsden.com
2001
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| Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione |
5/22/2002 |
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| that is a good one. Powerfully written. |
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| Reviewed by Caryn Day-Suarez |
2/28/2002 |
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I felt them also and begged for them to take me with them, they said "not yet".
Great piece!!
Caryn
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| Reviewed by angel michael |
2/28/2002 |
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very,very nice
~~michael~~ |
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| Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader) |
2/28/2002 |
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I heard, I felt.. I understand.
Love and Light
dreamweaver |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta |
2/28/2002 |
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| Sounds like shadow people. But, that's just me. |
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