Despite for that momentous hitch
Creating utter wanton calamity
Life natural rhythm returns
Indifferent to the devastation
That it brought unpremeditatedly
How one can be thankful
When the sun rises
On the flattened ruins of one's life
How can one be thankful
When every beloved have perished
How can one be thankful
When utter devastation
Has rendered one's life
The sole possession
How can one be thankful
Walking alone lost
Moaning in shocked lamentations
When the sum of one's loss
Is greater than one's worth
How can one be thankful?
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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