<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inspired By A Radio Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monarch butterflies were flitting above the smoke<br>And one of the New York firemen dousing the still smouldering ashes spoke<br>Saying those are the souls of the many who died here<br>On silent wings to heaven's gate they near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The souls of those who died on that September day<br>Towards a better World now slowly wing their way<br>Of all sufferings and troubles now quite free<br>For to re-live in love and joy and harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smoke from the smouldering ashes their souls did release<br>And they now can live forever more in peace<br>In that paradise somewhere beyond the skies<br>The fireman wiped the teardrops from his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On September the eleventh New York's blackest day<br>When tragedy came to the U.S.A.<br>The great Twin Towers by aerial terrorists destroyed<br>And the souls still live of all of those who died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Butterflies flew towards the sunlight above the clouds of smoke<br>And his comrades listened as the fireman spoke<br>And said those are the souls of the people who died here<br>On silent wings towards heaven's gate they near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</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=559419" data-title="Inspired By A Radio Story de Francis Duggan" data-description="Monarch butterflies were flitting above the smoke And one of the New York firemen dousing the still smouldering ashes spoke Saying those are the souls of the many who died here On silent wings to heaven's gate they near. The souls of those who di..."></div> </div> </div>

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