The Fallen Bomb
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Serena Yu, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2017
The grass was green
The sky was blue
The clouds drifted happily
The winds softly blew.
But then,
IT HAPPENED...
The bomb had been dropped.
Fire, terror, destruction,
Replaced the serenity
People were dying.
Grasping onto the slippery handle of life.
All hope seemed to be gone.