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BLACK BUTTERFLY
POETRY, PROSE AND PAINTINGS
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The December Asian Tsunami devasted thousands of communities. This is the story of one small girl and why she shouldn't become a statistic
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Alone again your tears do not stop your sad brown eyes do not cease their endless search for a kind, remembered face.
No one forces you to talk now, to tell the world of the horror of it all No one feeds you no one cares.
Tomorrow or the next day some one may come always there is that hope that tiny spark to light another dark and lonely night.
You do not sleep closing your eyes they are dissolved again drowned in your tears their faces pleading for your survival.
Run, run! Do not look back mother, father sister,brothers do not look back.
Fifty years from now or tomorrow, your face will be forgotten by the world. The horror of your seventh year a statistic remembered only as comparison. |