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Tonight my wide African sky
whispered its greeting to me
in an artist’s palette of multitudinous blues and greys;
and infinity ebbed into
my breathing,
my thinking,
my being,
like the serene voices of monks at evensong;
and the clouds carried my reply
to my brother,
November 1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The skies are our friends Just today a dark cloud with such a rich texture was adorning the skies over my garden. I took a hundred pictures of it and do not feel like deleting any of them.