Treasure Island

Luwi Habte

(19 march / Asmara)


Sun of sahara

The lovely sun which gives light
All the time day and night
I hate her she became ma enemy
I am scared she might melt me

Rather than Sahara in the cold areas
I was missing you, going where you are
But now a time when I am at the desert
I wish to be with the moon hate you to hell

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