The leaves had fallen,
The dust had settled.
The streets, lonely.
All that walked past it, the winds.
And mournful was the skies.
Just clouds, darkened clouds.
What had happened,
To this street always filled with joy?
The stars, they shone no more,
Something was wrong, terribly.
Something had been lost forever.
Was it on the streets or heavens above?
Something ought to change,
Or is it us, humans
Who have altered His divine plans?
Peace, the elixir for our liberty.
And so it was,
The brave tower stood still,
Though frozen in shock and grief.
Anguished pathos runs shrill.
Image courtesy- ICAN official website
Really inspiring.
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