poemranker ::Cyclone by annavr

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Free verse № 155262

Cyclone

Member since 2008 · Posted 6 May 2008 · Edited 6 May 2008 · 0 comments

Just a normal day in Bangladesh A storm started to brew It rained and rained All day long Water starting to rise My family climb to the roof of our house Precious belongings too Saving all we have Days become weeks Stranded with little food Little water It may only be a matter of time Every year Days upon days Living an unpredictable life Waiting for it to be over

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