Guabancex
As you move
and as you rest
this chef stews
and paints the mess.
Winds her breath.
Rain's her tears.
When pain upsets,
you'll come to fear
her reign on waves
and terrain blaze.
She'll rearrange
like those of Spain.
Those who came
and those who stayed
know her name
like Juracan.
Those who jest
and who forget
will regret.
Guabancex
-kyotedaartist
This poem is about:
Our world