Join me I say, why not welcome some tea?
'Tis a glorious morn' for just you and me.
Stars put away, the moon in a box,
Open the windows and key all the locks.
Spreading my arms for day's sweet embrace,
Dressed in my best for playing a race.
Not to be black in the white of the day,
Calling for flowers to enhance me in play.
Oh my, what a sense of beautiful doom,
Brushing away all cobwebs of gloom.
Speak - for I hear all music of sound,
Bathed in the sunlight that dwells all around.
I cannot fear the sigh of the Grail,
To do, would be, to see that I fail.
On my journey of life, where I drink only tea,
In the light of the morn', set for just you and me.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Beautiful!
Many blessings,
+Linda
Ron
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