You've wasted so much time
while I've been here for you
you've met me many times
though you did not know
I was there for you
Summerland, summerhouse in the woods
Now, I know why you're a star
You've kept it well hid, shy like me
I want you to come home
I'm waiting here for you, dear
Summerland, summerhouse in the woods
They've been down on you at home
for keeping to yourself
the city streets were much too cold
but here at this old town door,
I've kept a candle burning for you
Summerland, Summerhouse in the woods
You make me feel so good
like a child in the troll wood
pick lingon berries together
and go home to our bedroom
Summerland, Summerhouse in the woods
Come on, Papa troll! Summerhouse
in the woods.
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!
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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