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Helping Hands

by randy-psomas-wiafe

One by one they fall. Looking for a hand to break the fall. Looking for one another. Looking for away to escape the pain. Children cry, weep, and mourn. As they see their love ones on the ground. In a distance so far away. People gather. People unite. People look into their hearts. They hear the cries, and the pleads. The pleads will be answered, and the cries will be smiles. Medicine, food, clothes, and love. Packed in containers. Packed in boxes. Packed in the hearts. People that are rare sight to see. They are all of us.
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randy-psomas-wiafe
34 / M / Ghanaian
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Written by
randy-psomas-wiafe
34 / M / Ghanaian
Published
Aug 13, 2010
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