Now I can
Look back at memories
And not believe
They are now -
They are only memories,
Accept them
As long lost dreams
And listen
To present now
Without foundering
On the accretion
Of too many now's -
Then and present -
Lean to current
Hope to future
Still in touch
Without the tug
Of flow of poignancy
That would
Capture my will.
If I would drift
Above all that flow
That's silted down
To golden sand.
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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lovely thoughts here...floria
Hope you're feeling better already.
~ May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel ~