What a dreadful catastrophe
Took away the last breadth of thousands
Without giving a single moment
In a second, world is changed
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The poetry is a kind of art
Which comes from heart
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Beautiful dream being in heaven
Came true, though it seems surreal
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Who were they
Near the stranded, distressed people
Deserted, isolated, lost all hopes of life,
In devastating catastrophe
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I remember the deserted beach
Still. so fresh so. green in my memory,
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