Head held high an illustrious goodbye noose tightens he smiles knowing he sowed the seeds of revolution Will you water them?
Tag: writing
The Last Page
I reached the last page of my diary Now I write on the night skies My words whistle through the wind And on every leaf of every tree Through eternal echoes You shall remember me
fingerprints of my words
my words leave their fingerprints indelible and uniquely mine if you tried you would recognise me only i write that way i sing as i alliterate pausing for the music, i question what appears mundane with precise, frugal phrases you, well... ... get the point my meek remarks hide a rage suppressed follow the pattern the … Continue reading fingerprints of my words
SONYA KASSAM 