“ I would have run awayInto the forestTo live in a nestMade of dreamsAnd green leaves ”
If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our mindsleft behindin battle.
~ Margarita Engle
I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!
Slavery all day,and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!
Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves,Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.
