Falling from the sky Diving into the Sahara Where earth cradles desert With four directions, four winds Even four seasons . . . sometimes.Crashing from the fiery west Falling into watery identityI fill with metallic fears Another wounded swimmer With cold skin, burning breath Balancing yin and yang.Called to silvery green islandsChallenging courage, I rise, I fly.
And afraid! (Television reality show) Your poem reminded me of that program. When we are dropped naked into the garden of Eden, all is not heavenly. It is more like torture. Very few rights to the occasion.
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others s
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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