Tunguska Dawn

The day the false storm came

My brother Chekaren and I

Were asleep beside a campfire

The smell of burning wood drifted

Across our sleeping forms

When suddenly a thunderclap

Awoke us from deep sleep

And we saw the second sun

Blazing white heat tore our shirts

And made our skin hot to the touch

And all around we heard the sound

Of the secon...

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