For the last time the city would wake up

And the crystal clear sky above torn apart

For the day that we once lost

For all the innocent paying their flaming debts

For the man who fell to his own death

Tumbling in all manners of positions

For the tragedy drawn in the sky with ink of panic

And the smoke grinning with anger

And for all the souls frozen in mid air

For the East River breathing pure terror

As the towels fell to earth

And the millions of eyes never blinking

For the ones who still remember the flames,

And the fires of hell,

Suffocating in their own memories

For the day that the world will never forget

For the city that will never sleep

Mourns the ilution of peace

For all the tears that fell in the never-ending well

For the station on the way of yesterday

For the taste of resentment

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Seems a bit similar to the first poems I have published... But this one is for Peru.

The floods have occured a couple of weeks ago... I hope I'm not too Late. To the damaged, the injured and the children.

This is for you guys. For all of you... I'll publish one in Spanish if you guys don't understand..soon.

Thank you all so much.