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Someone is without shelter

The brightness of day gone.
Dark clouds cover blue skies.
A storm is fast approaching.
I am indoors, safe and warm.

The wind is lashing.
A torrential downpour.
The flash of lightning
It is cold and wet outside.

Rivers of water everywhere.
The rumble of thunder.
The storm rages outside.
I am cosy and tucked in bed.

Yet, someone is without shelter.
I try to shut out this scene.
The homeless alone, shivering.
Outside, in the raging storm.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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