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Created on: September 13, 2008 Last Updated: May 17, 2009
Still Missing!
Still Missing!
Yes, its' are Still Missing!
Yes, We are still Missing,
Oh! They are still Missing!
Believe US,"we are still Missing",
"She" is still Missing!
The Missing Moments & Feelings,(in our Own One Humane Civilization)!
I would see the rising shining Shy Sun,
I would see the silver humble Magnificent Moon,
I saw the setting tired Sun,
With the playful Clouds or, showers,
In between the Twin Towers!
They all were Happy, with me,
(Getting Each Other, together)!
Now, all we are Missing, Each Other,
(Without the NYC's Pride Twin Tower)!
The (09-10-2001) was the last day,
When we were happy & stronger, to say!
We would not get that Combination,
'are victimized(by the incomplete Human Civilization)!
We are missing An World-Leader,
We are missing the the World(with an World-Leader)!
We are missing An World-Responssibility,
The World is missing, "An World-Care n Humanity"
I miss,You Miss,
We miss The missing Civil-Rights!
'still missing the Justices,righteousness,Human-Rights.
Moon, Sun, Playing Clouds,or, the Shining Showers,
......All are missing the Twin Towers & Innocent Working-Flowers!
The Sun is still Rising,
The Moon is still Smiling,
We are still Healing,
But,(those moments & feelings),
We are still Missing!
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