I saw three yellow balloons,
rise up from the turmoil and the smoke.
Seeking a place of peace,
as they left a place of carnage
spread upon the streets.
I saw three beautiful faces
with loving smiles and gentle spirits.
They flashed upon our screens,
leaving hearts so wholly broken.
I saw those three yellow balloons,
held with innocent anticipation of a marathon victory,
walking quickly to the finish line,
ahead of those two men with menace on their minds.
But in an instant, these three souls
were gently lifted to a place
filled with only PEACE.
Let there be peace.
April 15,2013
let there be peace. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I also followed the yellow balloons and thought the same thing when I saw them rise to heaven. The poem is beautiful.