On the damask
Of the eastern star
You blossom
The twilight
Of your radiance
With the snow
That drizzles in your mouth
You stifle
The veins of my breath
Though with a cross heart
I scribble this verse
With the worthiest prize
I leave
The golden land
Of the Teranga.
11/10/2007
At Novotel hotels
Dakar, Senegal.
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