to fling my arms wide
in some place of the sun,
to whirl and to dance
till the white day is done.
then rest at cool evening
beneath a tall tree
while night comes on gently,
dark like me —
that is my dream!to fling my arms wide
in the face of the sun,
dance! whirl! whirl!
till the quick day is done.
rest at pale evening...
a tall, slim tree...
night coming tenderly
black like me.– langston hughes
(1902-1967).– A'🌻
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