Where does it go?
When it grows old
Somewhere over the rainbow it waits
It flies with the sun
Through the burgundy moments
Of a day
And into the night
In the perils of silence
Where does it go?
When your soul changes
Have you forgotten
Can it fly like a flutterfly
With the colors of life
Swimming through its skin
Where does it go?
When its let [...]
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That evening, when I bid farewell to you,
I could discern the love ablaze in your eyes;
Crying with its mute twinge of the soul, flowing out
As tear drops through the corners of your eyes.
However you tried in vain, to contain those tears,
The stream of intense passion came out
As a cascade of nectar, breaking its waves
Flailing in [...]
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The small boy falls and hurts his elbow and knees,
and cries quietly on the inside,
because there is no one there to feel his pain,
or give him comfort,
for the small boy is 86 years old.
His skin is wrinkled and his bones are frail,
but the ’small boy’ in him still lives with the same wonders,
fears and insecurities,
that [...]
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When time works against us
and weighs at the heart
somewhere in a foreign land,
night turns to day, and
the fashion in shop windows
I pass on my way from work
into djellabas, the smell
of restaurants into kuskus
on a market day,
hands all out, stretched
to acknowledge this gift,
walking in the shadow
of African women, men,
with their fear of anchored boats
on coastal fronts. [...]
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