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The flood

Nothing compares to this place -

It is covered by woods like lace,

I would like to know some more,

To see the trembling shore.


How are you?

For having lost in one day

Your stability,

Do you feel dismay?


It's only a flood,

But its power is rough.

Simple words are not enough.


Let time heal you,

Let your homes be rebuilt.

Let your souls not be touched by guilt.


* NB! This is a poem written by me and devoted to people who lost their homes in a flood in Germany, The Netherlands, France and Belgium this week.


I wish I were of any assistance to them, but if practically I can't do anything, I can at least send them my compassion and faith.


Keep up and stay safe!


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