
She spoke in tongues of old of stories long told Red raw and brimming with gold Her breathe darted against the cold Trees fallen by the wayside lonely in the night silenced by the wind, her voice – hushed … Continue reading
She spoke in tongues of old of stories long told Red raw and brimming with gold Her breathe darted against the cold Trees fallen by the wayside lonely in the night silenced by the wind, her voice – hushed … Continue reading
Tears weep,
Down the face,
Of days of old,
Of people undone,
Of sinners, saints and in between,
The unclassified,
The dulcified,
Conceal the past,
Rewrite history,
Forge a future,
A new narration,
Of myth and legend,
One that does not harm menfolk,
On the lips of liars,
We will start a new day,
Forget all that’s past,
Truth awash,
From the tongues of men,
We form our identity,
From the lies they send.
Photo courtesy of toeuphoria.blogspot.com. There is something captivating about this photo, perhaps it’s the sweet reality of it. How real and natural it is. It captures a sense of love and simple pleasures.