For the first time in my life
I experienced a cyclonic wind.
It's very horrible
and brought the odour of death.
How mighty things blown as feathers
and the Giants shivered.
I was surprised and could not believe
the nature is so powerful.
Anyway, I am frustrated a bit
as you could not take corruption away.
After few hours everything is back to normal.
Yes, I can see the bad guys are still breathing
and do their fair trade?
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