Eyes of a child Glaring looking with a curious stare Butterfly wings fill the air Butterfly wings unfold And open with colorful flare Butterflies glide across fields Of tall green pasture Eyes of a child Glaring looking with a curious stare Can I fly if my arms were wings Running through tall green pasture With childhood laughter Flopping his arms as wings Waiting to rise and fly Glide through the air like butterflies Eyes of a child stops Exhausted with laughter realized Only butterfleis fly
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
(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
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