Africa Poetry

Muse: Rejoice (2)

My heart rejoices, but why I can not say!
The sun has risen, the land is golden
The firmament is bright, blue and grey
Dews melt, trees dance, flowers open
I rejoice for the lights which have come,
For the love which I see all about me,
For the little fine hamlet, I call home
I rejoice in her immense beauty

So today I dance to the rhythms in my head
In my absent privacy, to admire my hip hop
Desiring nothing but this feeling of good,
Deep down I change my dance steps
To amuse me with me,
To laugh at my stupidity and bravery,
To teach my wild spirit how to be herself
And my hands to celebrate poetry


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