29 июл. 2010 г.

the Volcano Poem

Volcano Poem

Volcanoes spitting out boiling ash

Dark red sky, time to dash

Deep dark smoke, into the sky

Lives stood still, land has died.

Upon this cruel day of sorrow

Time has stopped, passed the horror

Though many simple lives are gone

A new life starts, the time of dawn.

by Steve Kraynov