Alone in terror…
As I sit here,Among the greeny boughs,A silent glade,Flitting in memories of silent bows. It was a better time then,Life a rosy dream,I had a true friend,Into oblivion it has been preened. Had a great time, we did.Inseparable, yes we were,But the one time we separated,She was taken away forever. Some men were very angry,Wanted to blow up something, they did.And when they made their theory,A mass strike was what they planned. 26/11 was a woeful day,A Wednesday, hectic as usual.It seemed normal just like everyday,But the evening was very…read more