The young girl in the black
Chadour,Looked into the vast
Sea beyond the harbour,
Of blue waves that arrived
Consecutively more and more,
Like countless times before,
Onto the golden sand shore,
Each separate and unique,
Consistently a replique,
Of a similar mark that survived,
Preventing change to be revived!
(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
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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succinct and a lot left to thought
thanks,
d.