Sometimes I feel so weak,
That my knees just tremble,
And I cannot even speak,
But a dead carcass I resemble,
Wishing for help with hope,
From a bird flying by in scope.
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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on December 20, 2003
This is so excellent Esra....
I feel this way sometimes..
Excellent...
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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I feel this way sometimes..
Excellent...
Peg