Gustavo Cunha

English poem XI

Lift up your eyes and feel the storm that is brewing outside.

 

 

Red and fiery the sky prepares to pour.

 

 

Are those tears of bliss?

 

 

Let us rejoice, for merciful love is.

 

 

But if your heart must afflict\'d be, repine you not!

 

 

Just think of the storm and the blossom trees.