Unification News for November 1999
Cherry blossoms in an August gale
Hurricane suffocates its weird wail:
Rising sun is soon a flickering solace
In war winds that loosen a motherís promise.
Seed strewn wildly under a stormy whip
Seeing seasons from an endless skit.
Evenings are dark clouds to what days bring
Imprudent creatures speak soft but do not sing
Daughter falls on a hungry earth who proclaims: "I am king."
Enduring arms reach to that red crimson sphere,
Like a heart to its pearl, never too near.
The first letter of each line spells out the name of the poet.
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