Who will count the colors of the dawn?
Who will follow the lark's flight,
Who will hear it's song,
when am I silent,
who will sing for me?
Who will scent the fragrance of a flower?
Who will laugh at snowflakes on the tongue?
Who will dance barefoot in the grass?
Spinning and twirling,
and spinning and twirling
to welcome the warmth of May.
Who will dance?
When I dance no more....
When I sing no more...
When I am silent, silent...
Who will cry for me?
Who will cry..."
By Joan C Varner; written after a trip to the Auschwitz concentration camp.
It is applicable and says what my heart feels today on the 10th anniversary of September 11th.
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| Picture by Leah Anderson Hartman |
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