When
we heard about it
like the gentle breeze
blowing through our ears
during moon time
we sat under the sun and think
we could not run from the
droping water from the sky
as we remain wet under the sun
so we journeyed through
under the sun and moon
with snow white lips
looking out for life
in the camp of life
as man goes out in search of!
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