sadick tonde Poems

A time gone, in a place far..
With the rhythms emptied and the hollows hushed.
Here, we hear them sing.. hear their beats..
For they never went.. never-gone!
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In between sighs...
I stretch to touch nigh..
..hurried breeze caress my hands
as thrifty drops does barren lands
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I turn again to find a gaze
Deepened dark fused like maze
So call the rain to find my way
If hark herald the heavens say
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