Your voice on the phone,
a trace of your cologne
You are there in every jazz song
No, You are never really gone,
You're always here,
even when I think I am alone.
African Sunrise
Don't be deceived by the tears in her eyes, Africa weeps in awe of her sunrise..
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- I love the way the old oak trees hang sadly over a tiny street in Savannah, bending in the wind so that tomorrow when I return they will still be standing, with moss hanging from the branches like the grey beards of an old man. I love the way they bend over as though bowing their heads to pray, faithfully through every season. I like to tell people about these old oaks, about how amazing they are, but what impresses me the most, is that generally urban folk are really not impressed at all.
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5 comments:
cool stuff!!!!!!!
i really do need u to stay out of my thoughts
this articulates my feelings right now
thanks
thanks for the birthday message, been sick for about a week though. am doing much better down.so may i ask who are you always writing about?
it all depends on the day of the week and the blog you are reading
i oscillate between my CSO, The Trinity, my family, and all of Washington DC
Cool.....
I love your blog.. You have been nomited. Check my blog.
Have an awesome week.
Much love
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