beyond the closed windowswhite flakes fluttering around
trees are thrilled
Sandy is coming
wind blow so fast
whistling like witches in tales
it is getting dark and dark
heart beating runs so fast
Sandy, what a lovely name
but loveliness is not what you came for
destruction,
hunger
evacuation
restless families left their homes
the sleepless city
sinking in deep water
buried under sands
thinking of you behind my closed doors
and beyond my closed windows
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