Awakening Storm Poem by Gert Strydom
Awakening Storm
I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers
and a storm wind from the sea swishes in.
I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder,
waves crash with a mighty roar
supported by shattering force.
I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers.
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