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Africa night poems Poetry

May

Oh, May, lovely May!
The month I fell (for you)
Like old tree leaves
Swerving in the wind
Carefree and happy
To meet the dirt below
I dreamed a lot
Our memories worth
Under the grim shadows
Of this quiet mango tree
And the glad glare
Of the moonlight
You remind me of May

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