Sep 2017
We tremble and fear.
He rumbles and breaks.
The dust will soon sweep.
A child must sleep!
It crumbles to ****;
Their screeches, their weeps.
Shiver forge sleep.
Death must be near.
Soothing once more.
The ashes won’t fall.
Hope will come forth.
Our hearts to them all.
He rumbles and breaks.
The dust will soon sweep.
A child must sleep!
It crumbles to ****;
Their screeches, their weeps.
Shiver forge sleep.
Death must be near.
Soothing once more.
The ashes won’t fall.
Hope will come forth.
Our hearts to them all.
This poem is dedicated for every person that was affected by the aftermath of the earth quake. I want everyone to know that we are here for them and wishing for their well-being.
