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A volcano has erupted

at fringes of the city,

Red hot death flowing

at a rapid speed.

From numerous rooftops

Eyes watching it,

Breaths nervous

Terror creeping in.

Time is moving fast

But Life gradually stopping,

Questions soar up in skies

O Faith! Is this the end?

An afraid silence is conquering

Night and Day but there comes,

A strong, very vibrant resistance

from a section of city roofs.

A tall, lean, dark girl,

Violin placed on her left shoulder

And right hand creating

hymns of life, echoing