The earth quaked, the black sky fell into the oceans
and they rose to gobble everything.
Leaving devastation and ruin in its wake.
Shamelessly, the next day dawned
Bright and fresh.
As if yesterday had never been.
So cheerful that it hurts.
The hungry empty spaces in the skies eat up the memories
Leaving it once more untainted.
I too, look up and take hope for there will surely be another day, another life.
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