April 22, 2010
By , Rockaway, NJ
Today's sky is werid
There are no clouds, just pure blue
Around me is ash

The broken glass shines
The burned wood reflects the light
The air is heavy

I remember fire
On a dark a cloud filled night
Destruction remains

How could this be so?
Such a bright and shiny day
for desolation

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