Christmas, the day before
Poya, that day
but that didn't stop nature
it's but a hazy memory now
the fear, the confusion.
most of all, the deaths
not one or two,
buildings crashing to the ground,
homes, belongings, nothing left
tears as pictures, videos are shown
the waves, huge, dark, rough
taking away all it could
and then the hurt, the affected
they stood up, hand in hand
houses made into homes,
wounds healing, scars fading
and now, the sea,
a friend once again
yet, there lies
that fear, that doubt, that suspicion
because the scars fade,
but remain, a slight reminder
of that terrible day
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