from the wreaths of our pasts;
what weaves the sea,
the waves together
where our tears gather
in dirge
bewailing the heft of loss
& sinking
in
un-belonging
wishing to unlock
the noose of un-fitting
Lillian Akampurira Aujo
For Anita Roddick Had I a voice I would sing your song Had I a tongue I would speak your praise Had I the time I would live for you But here...
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