TEMPEST
How Like a tempest is this wailing child
Who rages here disconsolate and pretty;
Her piercing shriek's like some wind fierce and wild
Chilling my soul and flooding me with pity!
Torrential tears are storming from her eyes
While in this cloud more dismal and more gray
Than ever I saw blotting out the skies,
I stand, and trembling helplessly I pray
Her face won't be eroded by her tears
Before the rainbow of her smile appears.
Tempest
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- Written by: Leo_Toribio
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