I think all the words unspoken
translate through sunrays anyways,
yet actions go unmanifest,
though the spark of adoration nestles quietly-
fluttering in my eyes and breath
I cannot express the fathoms of my admiration,
nor articulate any of my wanton yearning
All I can do is dream, and pray blessing
befits my experiences in hunger and longing
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!
Have not seen you for a long time. As usual, you are so good with words.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)