The Storm
by fyarlgiles
emerald castles torn from earth
thrash above us
violently
beasts and belles
together fly
like sparrows
in her rageful eye
though mother’s mouth
is strong as steal
it wilts and dies
like you and I
when things come down
we’ll rest with her
in satin sheets
so tenderly
“The Storm” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
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