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Picking up the pieces

Flooded river, broken dam Upturned trees,houses gone. People shouting from out of sight We need more help,we need more light. Most have left, before the storm, The few that remain Are battered and torn. Trying to salvage what they can, Their lives are in tatters, "How lucky I am" The waters started receding, Going back to the sea Taking along, all their cherished memories. a few days ago, It was peaceful and calm, Now devastation brings, panic and alarm. To build a new life With all that remains, Praying to God It doesn't come back again.

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Date: 12/1/2020 12:43:00 PM
This is becoming more common with the changing weather in many parts of the world. Cannot imagine the fear and devastation felt and left behind, Emilia : )
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