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As thunder growled in the distance

Muffled were her cries

The lighting struck her coarsely

Echoing haunted lullabies

 

A flutter to a ripple

A ripple to a wave

Tsunami drowned her whimper

As she float on to her grave

 

Awashed, a widow wandered

Calling out his name

Sifting through mud and rubble

Calling it in vain

 

Babes, a biting bellow

Mothers, an anguished mourn

Nature does her duty

Remembrance to adorn

– Andi C E Smith

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