MY VOICE
"I come from a distant land
with a foreign knapsack on y back
with a silenced song on my lips.
As I travelled down the river of my life
I saw my voice
swallowed by a whale.
And my very life lived in my voice".
Kabul, December 1989
"I come from a distant land
with a foreign knapsack on y back
with a silenced song on my lips.
As I travelled down the river of my life
I saw my voice
swallowed by a whale.
And my very life lived in my voice".
Kabul, December 1989
posted by Rosemary @ 2:22 pm
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