No more sadness
No more on losing ground
It must be found
Quickly and soon
The sun must set in to get hot in noon
Shed away desperations
And show some excitation
You look wonderful in African attire
I fully admire
Some moments may make you to worry
But feel no sorry
They may evaporate
And soon clear the luck or fate
Smile with cause
And pose
As if nothing has happened
You are not at all saddened
I wish I could console
And call
To brief
And provide relief
I wish I could console And call To brief And provide relief
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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