So gently falls the mist of peace today:
Gaunt skeleton of steel industrial frame
Is all that's left of the city blown that day.
The grave of nameless ones who bore no blame
Beneath a grassy mound in sleep they stay.
There roses grace a garden lit by flame.
O bell, your mournful sounds each day release
Old memories with love worldwide for peace.
The cryptic statue with her arms outspread
To bless a thousand paper cranes beneath