Angry waves crash against
The rocky cliffs as
Wind whips her face.
Endless choppy waters are as gray
As the stormy sky above,
Almost black.
Rain slaps her skin as it
Thunders to Earth in sheets.
The ocean shoots gushes
Of painful spray all around the treacherous scene.
This is her.
This is Stormgirl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good one, Shannon. So much more here than I would expect from someone so young. Ron