Africa, Poetry and Love lifestyle

Reminiscence by Peniel Gifted

Today, my wings remind me of
Africa, of how she would curl
Up her birdikins in lonely colours.

My eyes running through the four
Walls of her pigeonhole, her father’s
Angels, wrapped in China Pink’s glitters.

Africa made me, yes Africa made me
Like the Adobe Lily in her holy Oasis
Salty waters flow from Nile this day
Missing Africa’s morning.


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