By Ezekiel Angela Iyeh Birds sang porch songs no more when the earth swallowed a woman, a heart as sweet as melon. Stillness framed the hearts of her sons and daughter. Dawn came wobbling, like the rolling of pages in the wind, summoning the spirit of sorrow with dark clouds as light glowed away like … Continue reading At Forlorn Days
Song of the Wind
By Ezekiel Angela Iyeh Rhythm rises from the east, quiet symphony comes in a cold sweat. All kinds of melodies, to dancing strong earth and swinging old pine trees. From time as old as the mountains and to a hundred lifetime. There she lives, with pleasant echo. Each piece of music to Its kind and … Continue reading Song of the Wind
