The picture is a picture of my shawl drying. I just washed it.
The shawl that hangs over the post of my bed
My shoulders keeps warm my neck and my head
I take it to cover my hips at the beach
Over my skirts my shawl's always in reach
My shawl has swirls lovely gold, teal, and rose
Lightly perfumed not to offend the nose
Of course I use naught but Chanel number five
My shawl's kaleidoscope swirls seem alive
It takes me to other worlds and other times
Makes me think of words and oft many rhymes
I sure love that shawl for it is quite a friend
And with that said this poem comes to an end
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Regis
Even if you used Corral No.5 I would find your scent adorable on the beach!
Ron
Sandie
Connie
After zooming in the colors & patterns remind me of Incan or Mexican designs.
PRETTY ...
budd
Are so unique they stand tall
Your shawl is always your core
Opening all those doors
Ej t’aime, Sha
Michael D.