dark moon is rising
where man walks
without his shadow
what calls to the
other self
when gone
man stands alone
self has lost the image
an image who holds one’s
black to white
soul to heart
where sings the songs
words with balance
dark moon is rising
when
moonlight shines without light
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!
(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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