This is a poem we had to create about a school journal called kaahuipani and this is my poem.
The past can not determine the future.
Ūnderneath you may be sad but It's worse when Someone close dies don't be like rain.
Rain will always fall but they will be forgotten but they who have fallen will always be remembered.
Anger, let it flow out, and let your emotions free and open up.
No one is gone forever; they will always have a place in your heart.
Ghost of the past is here to love and be remembered.
With the survivors of the brutal plague.
A new home was found for the survivors.
Everyone was saved and feed from the long journey.
When they left their village it was the only way.
Along the journey, their ancestors watched over them to the
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