taken from the poem "Stormy Weather ", posted 2021.
The grey skies shift to blue, and now a breeze is heralding a longed-for transformation. With rainbow colours Mother Earth is blessed and all the islands of the west caressed, reborn. Sweet Summer knows no storm.
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