Mistsress of the winds
you dance along triumphant.
Twisting and twirling
touching lives unaware.
To me you brought sun
and a cool warm breeze
For others you brought
death and desruction
Water irony of thirst
under camera eyes,
for the fortunate
to watch in horror.
You washed away cities
and hope and dreams.
Yet gave to the touched
gifts they had forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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