Picking The Wet Paper-Boats

Encountering the rapid
flash of waters, drowning our
town from the overflow of
the river,

the fatal circumstance left
many homes devastated.
Children have to be absent in
schools for several days.

The ground became a
surface of dirt and sadness,
while picking the wet paper-boats,
I am reminded of my old life.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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