My
home
How beautiful my home
was,
How prosperous my home
was,
But how destructive the
earthquake was,
It’s about to pass a
year,
But the rubble still
left,
And the bruise of the
destruction still left.
Destruction came and
gone,
Many people lost their
life,
Lucky me, I am alive,
And i am growing up with
strong mind.
With hope,
With knowledge
And with lots of
wisdom,
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