PersonalWritings

  • The Soul Of Africa

    First come the winds, strong as a lioness pursuing her prey,Then comes the drizzle, sharp as pin-needles, fast as the gazette,Soon enough the lightning strikes, blazing its glory across the evening sky,All too quickly the storm takes over. Trees are hurled, pulled up by their roots; the foundation of their livesLost birds in flight try …

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