Spirtual wind in my hair
wishing you were still here
Braves were riding on their steeds
Feeling their villages hungry need
Spiritual wind in my eyes
commanding me to the other side
Ponies galloping in the wind
Geronimo's braves are here again
Spiritual wind in my ears
watching buffalo with my dear
Spirtual wind in my face
take me away to that heavenly place
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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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