Muse: The African Bride

‘I will never leave you!

I will deh with you…’

He said,

Tears rolled, freely

She wept

As her face went red

It was clear he meant it,

His words cut her open

She must believe

So he went away

To fight in the World War

When he returned to Africa,

It was, with a body charred

From unseen bullets and wounds,

And a soul

Which will not love her anymore

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