dim sun behind heavy curtain, mist
field sparkles with dew, river Ruairi
rushes to the sea, chimes the wind
moist air traces an oriental smile
On the other side,
talking to the swelled up moon
thousands of bodies washed to shore
people who have little donating food,
t-shirts, nappies to help the trapped
Here I do follow this morning land
as long as allowed – too aware
how precious - and eternal the smiles
© Csilla Toldy
Japan will overcome crisis - IAEA
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Csilla's stories and poetry have appeared in The Black Mountain Review, Southword, Fortnight, Poetry Monthly, and Strictly Writing Award. For more information, visit the website: Csilla Toldy
