Life After Life
By Tatiana Pahlen

I lie next to you on the shiny sand
Clouds sail across the sky.
The roar of waves,
The seagull's cry,
Light winds sway our tent.
Your arms leisurely reach mine
Whisper is short and faint.
I gather words through a woeful smile
Our bodies closely bent.
The setting sun is barely warm
Birds are heading south,
Fast moving spearheads aligned,
Warn of the approaching fall.
Soon all leaves will turn to rust
Yet memories will last;
The towers will rise again,
No one forgets the past.
On this solemn, mournful day
We welcome life!

September 11, 2004

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