making the water rush forward was a tide that had become so high that the Island was evacuated. As demonstrated the feeling of the town's people was mutual, The ocean was destructive and not as useful as they had hoped. They coped with the tide for as long as they could, and remembered the beach where they once had stood. we are good to remorse and loss, for as brave as we are, we will not pay the cost. Nobody would sacrifice their lives to a god so angry and common that, He would trap the people there to drown, everyone in the town. Now that place is vacant and empty to see, now that places only occupants stay in a flooded cemetery.
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I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.