that there was in me an invincible summer.
-Albert Camus
In the depth of winter I finally learned
that there was in me an invincible summer. -Albert Camus
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"Love makes the soul crawl out from its hiding place."
- Zora Neale Hurston “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller.
VIOLIN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
A haunting voice jarringly pierces the aching silence This wailing enchants with its pain-brushed violence Her melancholy lingers like the aroma of steeping tea Thirsting men desperately wander into her misery An ethereal cry vibrates up and down her collarbone and neck Curves of mahogany, allure men into shame-brushed calamity Her enticing voice lingers like the aroma of steeping tea Curves of mahogany pull men into her violent mystery An Irishman hears her enchanting voice and is drawn in by her allure He runs his fingers across her delicate collarbone and whispers to her This red-bearded man gently rests his chin against her mahogany curves She hauntingly sings, as he slides his hands along her gown of strings Ivory hands wildly move up and down her mahogany silhouette Violent with passion, fingers hold her neck, and break a string on her dress His red-bearded chin deeply sinks into her enchanting body of mystery Her ethereal voice is like a violin; she pierces the aching silence deep within men |
"Do something wonderful, people may imitate it!"
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