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Harmattan Within

Harmattan Within

It is Harmattan; not without, But within me is the cold. Youth and merry fill the air about; It is I that has grown old. Hawks gracing the clumsy skies, Sailing, building without rest. Sauntering down hollow aisles, Seeking a stolen nest. There is silence below the stars; Stars bright enough to burn. Still nursing these scars Like a nestling nun. I am a beggaring gloom; Counting my days in twos. I see now a full moon; A gleam of hope lain loose. It is harmattan; not without; And within she is all. Dusty leaves still burning out; It is Harmattan within after all.

Boom the august resident Lee

Boom the august resident Lee

Boom the august resident Lee that has gotten so much from me. Ask his wife to render his thrust- resident Lee, boom the august.   Under my roof is where they stay: Lee, wife and his children I say. For yet to rely on this proof, is where they stay, under my roof.   In … Continue reading Boom the august resident Lee