<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost of Tower Two</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The piled debris had been removed<br>The smell of death was gone<br>The first time she appeared to me<br>one cool September morn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translucent and ethereal, to my disbelieving eye<br>Like many a wingless angel who’d tried and failed to fly<br>Whatever was she doing here, why now and not before<br>peering in my window on the forty second floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt a chill – a sense of dread I’d never felt before<br>My superstitious peasant brain was coming to the fore.<br>And yet I sensed no threat of doom, no anger out of you<br>floating there before me, the ghost of tower two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was sadness in your eyes for all you had foregone<br>Deprived of youth and love and life-all vanished now and gone<br>As morning light began to glow you faded from my view<br>But I will not forget you soon, the ghost of tower two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps she’s seeking closure, the discovery of a bone<br>Or has unfinished business that keeps her here alone<br>Or maybe we’ve forgotten them- what we promised not to do<br>And deserve now to be haunted by the ghost of tower two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420229" data-title="The Ghost of Tower Two de John F. McCullagh" data-description="The piled debris had been removed The smell of death was gone The first time she appeared to me one cool September morn Translucent and ethereal, to my disbelieving eye Like many a wingless angel who’d tried and failed to fly Whatever was she d..."></div> </div> </div>

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