Storm
a haiku for the crestfallen
By chicharon19Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Trees and power lines
Knocked down. You are gone, and I
Walk the ruined streets.
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chicharon19 is a poet living in Newcastle in Ausralia.
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