I left my children playing in the tent.
I hugged them as it felt like the last hug.
I left to cook them something to eat.
I came back panicking as I heard the airstrikes.
I found my Six Children that couldn't fit in the tent.
They burnt and became ash.
I carried the Six in my arm as if it were a handful of sand.
I continued hugging and kissing them.
My Six Children world,
They became the size
Of a handful of sand.
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