So gently falls the mist of peace today: <br /> Gaunt skeleton of steel industrial frame <br /> Is all that's left of the city blown that day. <br /> The grave of nameless ones who bore no blame <br /> Beneath a grassy mound in sleep they stay. <br /> There roses grace a garden lit by flame. <br /> O bell, your mournful sounds each day release <br /> Old memories with love worldwide for peace. <br /> <br /> The cryptic statue with her arms outspread <br /> To bless a thousand paper cranes beneath <br /> By children made for nameless children dead. <br /> Before a cenotaph is laid a wreath <br /> By silent masses, moving words unsaid. <br /> So bright the sun, so sweet the air they breathe. <br /> A flight of winging birds from earth release <br /> Old memories of hope that wars would cease.<br /><br />Iwao Mizuta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-park-in-hiroshima/
