Her soul soars by Almira Lewis

Rising of the swollen sun on the distant horizon,
Orange infused with tones of pink waiting to share flashes of yellows and blues,
Blues that share a heart’s song,
About to burst with wisdom

Winds blow with the flow of time,
Along with secrets spilling over for all to see,
Trees grow with the strength of ancestry,
Flowers sway; the buzzing of bees adding variation to an already colorful world

Faces: black as slavery, white as disgrace, yellow as overbearing power,
Caramel chocolate, distressed silence, amused inscriptions, unwavering persistence,
The awakening of a new born infant
Sends a mothers dancing,
Departing of loved ones at an airport,
As the longing need is plastered between the spaces of actions,
The dawning of humanity,
Arising to work in a concrete or dirt road jungle,
To play, as if efforts were not needed,
The swollen sun rises and so her spirit soars!

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