Still there's a little room in my heart forYou!
I hear an innermost sad psalm from a faraway weeping heart of a Sakura flower!
You sent us the unsolicited Tsunami
And the mighty Earth Quake!
But you never trained us
How to survive from the cruel endearment!
Anyway we're the poor souls
Still burn the fragrant incense
And melting candles on our depose heart altar
From the last Yen remains in our survived wallets!
But where are you in our hardest Catastrophe!
*One man with courage is a majority.
-Andrew Jackson
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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