by Lynn Farmer A poem to Cuba Searching for haven in the stormy night,I may well perish as I make my way;But always to you, Fair Cuba, holding tight,Fast by the rudder, I await the day.–José Jacinto Milanés When I am far away from you,I can still imagine the crashing azure into whiteover the waitingContinue reading “Promised”
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