Storm Poem


Our language  teacher Pilar Pando, gave us the task to create our own poem decribing a storm, based Ashok B Raka’s poem.

Gazing at the sky my eyes turned black

The noon darkness upon me wraped my sparkling gems,
making me feel dazzled and surprised.
My ears were stunned as they capted the roar.
The freezing and soaking wind provoked me shivers.
The wind was blowing harder,
and the golden streak that was held in the sky,
Was accompanied  by a crack in the cloud layer.
The amazing and threatingn storm
Melt my heart of stone,
Bringing clarity and calm.
There was no more harm,
Just a soaking heart
In a bright light.

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