We know so little, so little, almost nothing,
and this is only truth, when and from where?
From the fissure of infinity and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow and it call us, but the call still is not heard , nor does the caller reveal his face,
and people voicelessly love and die,
because the truth dosen’t speak but dance in the harmony of unity.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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