U, my inspiration
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The deadly hurricane
The moon shines bright
In the lonely night.
not a fox lures
not a sound is heard.
A deadly hurricane spreads over the city
weakening everything and taking no pity.
The next morning nothing remains
but everyone's loud, unheard pain.
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