The Towers

There under the stars,
We shared an embrace
Cataloged forever in time.

What comes and what goes
Are not as important,
As what we remember.

What was new will fade in time,
What has faded may turn to dust,
Inevitably things change.

Somewhere beyond the night
We whisper goodbye,
To the symbols we share.

What's real is life and love;
The Towers are gone,
But that remains.

By Errol W. Angus

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