The forlorn sound of foghorns,
Pieced the murky night,
Terrified, they clung together,
Hoping they were out of sight.
Cuba seemed so far away,
And freedom seemed so near,
But neither dared to hope,
For there still was much to fear.
.Suddenly, a flashlight shone in their faces.
"It's okay.
Bienvenidos.
You are now safe."
Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy
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