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On That Day

Clouds fill a sky painting it grey.
One can only pray.
That comfort comes to those in need.
Tears build, swallowing the land in an emotional river.

A sea of black fills a church.
Happiness is not in search.
One can only be there in support
As a friend.

Only days before, things seemed perfect.
One couldn’t predict
Death would be knocking on a community's door.
Perceived as an unexpected snow storm
We weren’t ready.

A once loud school fell to an eerie silence.
Hallways became refuge.
Embraceable arms became a second home,
As unwanted news shaped that day.






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