Her VoiceA Poem by icelandicblueMaya Angelou 1928-2014
Nothing is permanent
except perhaps that voice that rose like pure unadulterated air beyond the pale of all tomorrows. She breathed in a spiritual essence and exhaled words etched with attitude, imbued with a certitude that just being could be stone cold but also light, so light, that the dust left after life's grinding and pummeling would drift into the atmosphere, pushed by the winds of strength propelled by her lyrical prose that spoke to the broken parts of all of us, smoothing the edges with the graceful unbowed cadence of her eternal dignity. © 2014 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on May 28, 2014Last Updated on May 29, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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