Hurricane
The eye of the storm
Long have I lived in a
hurricane's furor.
Long after, in its wrath, I still must dwell.
But for a brief moment,
when the eye of it passed over me,
I saw all with clear eyes.
A poem by Pemba Umoja
The eye of the storm
Long have I lived in a
hurricane's furor.
Long after, in its wrath, I still must dwell.
But for a brief moment,
when the eye of it passed over me,
I saw all with clear eyes.
A poem by Pemba Umoja