Cold arms of the
Arctic air,
Reaching out
Over prairie ponds,
Hills and plains,
Leafless trees stand lifeless.
Flightless passion,
Tortuously frozen in time,
Refracting stained skies,
Its wings atrophied,
In vestigial docility;
Passion all-embracing smears the night,
White as ghost,
Chilling the bones…

Solar showers of the desert,
Raging waves
Simmering the sands of time;
Charged particles take flight,
Rushing into the sun,
Consume the life of the living in its path.
Age-old dunes pant dry,
Valley beds swept painfully to the quick,
Streaming past oasis,
Passion rising to a crescendo,
Dramatically halts,
Utter despair,
Exhaustion!

Blood,
Red in blue veins,
Pumps steady,
A wonder of creation,
Undoubtedly,
A unique living treasure,
Never too cold,
Never too warm,
Crossing geographic,
Linguistic,
Cultural barriers,
Chanting love to every tribe
Tongue and nation;
Purest of passion,
Purest of love
Blood of the Christ

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Because it was only yesterday,
But we have arrived at today,
The What …
Hunted,
Down deeply dark flooded tunnels,
But …
We drowned not,
Never lost our way.
Rods of raiding bandits
Plundering our resources,
Broke us not,
Never lost our strength,
Only to define us, more clearly.
How…
How much …
Because silence itself speaks
Marks the milestones
In effortless eruptions of truth
Leaping off the pages of history
And Why …
A puzzle that spurs us on
Until each piece rests in its place,
A true picture of us,
A collection of one,
Our being, our purpose
To a world in need of COURAGE
BLACK is AUTHENTICITY

source: forbes.com

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Flora Trebi-Ollennu

Flora Trebi-Ollennu is both a nonfiction and fiction writer. She writes for all age groups: children, youth and adults.