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The Spring Of 2011
Springs come and go,
On times in the cycle,
This years again it has come,
But I sense the stench,
Mixed in the breeze,
Of floating bloating bodies,
Coming from
The coastal line of Japan,
I hear too, muffled cries
And sobbing sounds,
Of the grieved hearts,
And exploding reactor,
I expect too, acid rains
On the newly born shoots
Leaves and petals:
The debris of aftermath.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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