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Oct 2020
It's the first time mother has  rejoiced...
You could feel the power from her sigh,
it was a sigh of relief...
The trees swayed in violent awe,
even the clouds cycled a pathway...

After countless decades of silence,
when mother just watched.
She did nothing. She couldn't.
But now, everything has changed.

The pain of her children now heal ... slowly...
yet the scars remain, they're proof.
Their eyes have begun sparkling... dimly...
as they stare in anticipation!

It's because of mothers return!
After countless decades, a part of her has recovered!
The fear her children felt, it dwindles to worries,
the lands scars healed, but now...

The sea couldn't cry for mothers return,
It's serene windy nights are replaced by gargles,
gargles of the scabs that Land threw into it.
For this grand welcome Land made...
Sea had to suffer the wastes
It's my take on how surroundings are RN, like lands are healing, the atmosphere is, but our masks etc are getting thrown into the sea for it.
Yuu
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