Her smile touched me because I smileHer heart touched me as mine beats, still
And in between her words enveloped the spirit of life
She embraced all souls with her song of verve
As she walked in our midst she emitted the character ofall the giants of life that came before; when she cried, we cried,
when she spoke we listened, her paint on the canvas of life
cannot be and should not be remembered as a style, a time piece
but a piece of art that transcends beyond.
I will not make reference to Maya Angelou's history, the chronologyof her life of action, their will be many who will do this. She transcends all this
"Listen to your inner self in quietude and maybe you can hear the voice of God"
gracias, Maya Angelou: RIP