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The Storm

By Arlene Nayak

It washes away all trace of life

The lands are flooded

Destruction is everywhere

Broken cars litter the water

Wood pieces of houses float on the water

Old dolls bob up and down

The trees have been ripped off the ground

Howling wind blows

The sun is almost completely hidden

But one day,

In the middle of the destruction

A plant emerges

Bringing with it hope, and life

Because no matter how much rain falls,

Lightning and thunder strikes,

Or clouds come

The sun will always come out in the end.

By Arlene Nayak

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Ravi Kumar Bodicherla
Ravi Kumar Bodicherla
Jun 16, 2023
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Wowww! What a Poetry!


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