Floods
In the morning they gather
With unity they hold hands
The sky becomes dark
The clouds of good hope
Unity conquered
Rain pours, ceasing the earth’s thirsty
With thunders it breaks into the veins
The weakest veins of the land
The earth rejoices in green pasture
In the midst of joy
The gang of floods attacks the pasture
Frustrations caresses the mind
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