With the last days
And the last breaths
Come the burden of the years.
Except for me;
I see my strengths
And my will to make the cycle better.
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Drums and sands
Poesíalife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
Last days
With the last days
And the last breaths
Come the burden of the years.
Except for me;
I see my strengths
And my will to make the cycle better.
