September 11 Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Nice.The name is September 11. The wings are the planes hijacked. I read you.

Ring those bells and flap those wings. Because of them our heart still sings.

Very beautiful sentiments and heart! .. Beyond #S! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++

A deeply beautiful tribute! .. That is deeply heart touching! ..

Tribute! ! ! Muse of 11th September! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

May we all never forget the harm done by evil and may we all remember those people who died that day having gone to work on a beautiful blue-skied day to earn the money to shelter and feed their loved ones but died instead a horrid death. 10+

Very nice wish to fulfill for those who chose to not turn away. QtR