Ssssh. Be still, my love, be still. You fight against your own will.
Quietly now, listen to your heart, for a lie it never will impart. Softly, too, feel the trembling within, for it whispers of more than friend. Calmly see the raging blaze and earthquakes destroy, shallow emotions played like a cheap toy. Only a steady flame endures, can’t you see? Be still, my love, see the friend is thee. Tenderly feel the warm glow within, a sensuous breeze after stormy wind.
Ssssh. Be still, my love, be still, give in to that loving will.
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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