A Storm is Coming
I see your iris begin to swirlYour serene oceans
Get lost in the hurricane
But I've never been less scared
Because somehow
I find beauty
In the destruction
A Storm is Coming
I see your iris begin to swirlPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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