What a life...
Reflect leaves at surface
There's a lake
Calm, blue, emerald
Willow tree reaches deep
Seeking kiss
Lips shiver making wave
Dead leaves and, the fallen
Music and disco and the rink
Dance and lights, with mirrors
All colors
Beams and rays, like laser
Large rainbow in sky
But in depth there's a tale
Someone's dead
Off the bridge he has jumped
Wife was killed
So were kids
Story in detail is too deep
Once, black Africa had love-fights
Had peoples, kin-tribes and cultures
Civilized, also wild with marks-signs
With the beast co-exist as nature
What a life...
Then came in from Europe; enslaved
Killed; hunted; exported
And at last made borders
Runaways and removed immigrants
The patches here-there keep cultures
Yusuf killed wife and kids that he loved
And at end killed himself
In frame abstract; shades of paint made mixture
What a life...
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