They call me the eye of the hurricane,
The calm before the storm.
With gentle winds and balmy skies,
I offer peace to travelers who’ve journeyed from afar,
A place to drop their bags and rest their heads,
An oasis from the war,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and then ...
A bolt of lightning, thunderstorms,
Death, destruction and exile once more.
Rosalind Resnick
June 25, 2020
The calm before the storm.
With gentle winds and balmy skies,
I offer peace to travelers who’ve journeyed from afar,
A place to drop their bags and rest their heads,
An oasis from the war,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and then ...
A bolt of lightning, thunderstorms,
Death, destruction and exile once more.
Rosalind Resnick
June 25, 2020
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