Ah yes; and to those,
whom dewell in the mother land,
Where the land is scorched -
The sun on ours back and forehead
,especially mine - we used to sit, upon the dry Earth,
Laugh and Converse -
to my friends, brothers, sisters
Lovers and Rivals of then
Forgive ...
For i have forgotten you.
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Collection of My Poetry
PoetryEnjoy this collection of my poetry, short and simple, sometimes Long. Feedback is greatly welcomed so.
