Semele A. Cid George

(St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands)

Through The Storm

A flash of red mars the earth's ceiling,
The threat of evil looms o'er the land,
Gray skies are slowly coming,
As He covers His "virgins" with His hand. Dark clouds creep into the night,
Hovering o'er the land's great beauty,
A streak of lightning pierces the sky,
Stirring fear and uncertainty. Claps of thunder applaud with satisfaction,
Surging seas rise from their grave,
Branches bow to a standing ovation,

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