Azare
AFRICA
You were free and clear
ere the woman came
her feet on your heart
made you black like night.
When she left
you became a sun at
noon....
Obscured by cloud which never
as this hour
begin to rain.
Like a hut in the midst
of a forest at night
when the moon
is lost.
ere the woman came
her feet on your heart
made you black like night.
When she left
you became a sun at
noon....
Obscured by cloud which never
as this hour
begin to rain.
Like a hut in the midst
of a forest at night
when the moon
is lost.
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