I watch tree branches waving on the ground
Winds blowing shadows my eyes are bound
To absorb the movement, see this moment as a treat
Everything is transitory; we miss things when we blink
I watch tree shadows waving on the ground
My interest in such things, to some I astound
To be ever-present, I often close my eyes
Allowing my sight to go flying through mind's skies
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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
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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