The quake has ceased, the storm subsided.
A pale rain keeps the soil moistened.
From impressing darkness, the horizon goes to gray.
No more pain, no more fear, no more procedures.
Those days of daily radiation are finished.
There is no body to be poisoned, to be flooded,
Secondary effects don't reach us
What is done is done.
As you promised, it didn't last forever.
Solution came.
But the the sky is foggy now,
Collapsed remains scattered around
where I strive to hold myself
from the consolidated light I see
or the shine I'm determined to perceive.
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