Comments about Chideraza Lowell
Time ticks in the folly of virtue,
In the depths of unspoken truth,
In the isles of disturbed desolation,
And who would've thought tears penned an address?
An address to unknown stimuli so subtle and young with age,
To awaken a virtue proven guilty until true,
And moisture delivers a sorry note in no delay…
It travels down cheeks in memory of a chest,
A package in the name of unfolding tranquility,
A note for soft strokes of the human hand,
A warmth of hope for the intimate impaired
It traces down arms in the hopes of grasped palms, ...