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                there was no time to run

               there was no where to hide but

         overcomed by waves more then 10 feet wide



               my home town was flated into

               a massive pancake of rubble



                 my family & neighbors were

                 swept far out to the sea



               their screams & crys still

                        haunt me

                 until to this very day



            i was one of the lucky ones slightly

              bruised & cut up but still alive



             clinging onto a tree branch that

            my mother encouraged me to hang onto



            before i saw the vicous & powerfull

            waves take her under right before

       my very eyes  i screamed in agony reaching

  

    out my left hand trying to grasp my mommy to safey



             but it was too late i told her i

            loved her so in many ways to know





         the storm ended in a whim of an instance  

        i looked around as i tried to collect myself

  



             that had been swepted a big part

              of my body & soul  away from me

          from the killer eyes of the wicked storm

        that was  slowly disappeared right above me   .

        

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