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Saturday, December 24, 2011

A Whisper to The Star

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(A tribute to Sendong victims)




I look up at the clear, blue sky
And saw a star like it's looking down on me.
As it twinkles, I thought it smiled at me
Shining, shimmering it hangs up on high.


Days before, the clouds covered the star
Wind started to blow, rain began to pour.
It was little at first but water grew high
It washed away all life, far and nigh.


So saddening, so heartbreaking.
Cries turn to mourn; mourn to wailing
Suffering, suffering, pain everywhere
Biting, back slashing, fighting somewhere.