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May 2020
The sandstorm rised to the sky
Millions of sand raged on to my way
They blinded my sight and
the dust filled my thought
Sand started twirling upwards
Along with the sound of roaring winds

In the midst of blowing winds
I felt the ache from the heart
I started running through the dust
To quench my inner thirst
The trees were left with broken trunks
Gales of sand have blown
I was left all alone
to witness the catastrophe...
Anagha
Written by
Anagha  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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     Fawn, Bogdan Dragos and MS Anjaan
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