Somalia Poem by Alyy Fabrizio

Somalia



Somalia.
She sits on my windowsill,
her hair flows in the breeze,
she purrs so happily.
Somalia.
She covers her eyes for sleep,
she lets out a little squeak,
she's tired, dont you see?
Well,
Goodnight Somalia.
Have a good sleep.

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