Both twin figures are injured by lightning;
their graceful bodies to the slaughter go
from the unpredictable and accurate blow
that brutally severed from it´s stem the rose.
Never will be another May or September
for you the mirrors of those fierce dawnings
of sun upon steel and glazed curtains
that promoted the glance of sidelong glimpses.
To the city boasting of your possession,
world reference and north for human mazes,
you were the needle and gnomon to the bustle,
giving the scale, counting among the amazing
tall buildings till the disgraceful cutting
that your harvest indistinctly mowed.
© albertotrocóniz / 11
from: "TRIBUTE"
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