Forgotten trodden past
Hopeful saintful future
I walk in my African land
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Why I?
Do I see you for who you are?
Commanding all evil to come against love
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Listening,
Listening to the movement of words
Forming, cropping out of the mouth.
Without a sound
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A half moon
Nestled on rays of clouds
Stars engulfed around peacefully
I find myself disoriented
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Touched by you
Your caress breezing my skin
Exploring my tender yearning for your grasp
You arouse the need in me
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