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Africa nature poems Poetry

Changing Skies

We sang of a proud cloud
Once of love and benevolence,
Rains when there is heartbreak in lovers
Shines in the cold hands of the wind
And allows the green to shed the fields

Now we live under a sky that changes apparitions when stirred

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