Crashing in, catching on.
This never seems to amaze me.
Counting back, Cycling off
It's always catching up to me.
This trouble, these clouds
Those thoughts, these crowds.
I'm a different wind, a different sail.
You couldn't figure me out
If you read me by mail.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Clouds to many winds of thought.
Enjoyed !!
Lady Mary Ann