Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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I so love this poem, Salem, so inspiring. She is a wonder!
I first read this and when I stumbled upon the video version I was held in awe. Maya was speaking to me saying, " Lorot Son of the Hills, rise..rise..rise". I played it on and on. Glad that you were inspired too.
A wonderful poet, a true inspiration to others. Nice share, and thank you for stopping by my blog.
@ Reflections,sure. Maya inspires. Glad I stopped by your blog. You write brilliantly.
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