Even the most exciting, fabulous things can hide a dark secret.
The Box
It was with a certain trepidation
That I did gaze upon the box,
And pined to know what lay within
Its auburn sides and crimson top.
I dared myself to steal a look,
To lift the lid and glance inside
And when the fervour overcame
I heeded not of who may chide.
So inching forward with my mind
I touched upon the timeless walls,
And traced the pattens carved within,
Of long forgotten, bloody wars.
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!
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with a beckon to see inside
Silver Paisleys & Lockets
Vickie