Awakening storm

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers
and a storm wind from the sea swishes in.

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder,
waves crash with a mighty roar
supported by shattering force.

I stand on a cliff and the below the sea roars like thunder
and water foams with sweeping fingers.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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