Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses
pry open the red world.
A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.
“Soul is something creative, something active. Soul is honesty. I sing to people about what matters. I sing to the realists; people who accept it like it is. I express problems. There are tears when it’s sad and smiles when it’s happy. It seems simple to me, but to some, feelings take courage.”
Aretha Franklin