by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Jun 2017 718 Views 1 comments
Dream the African night
Her dream laid bare the African night
forest, fear and musk
beloved and woven
in this verdant meridian
The ghostly fires of the river spirits
plumes, fragrant and ancient
they are calling from the shores
shrill and elect
ride with us
rites with us
in robes majestic
forest, fear and musk
beloved and woven
in this verdant meridian
The ghostly fires of the river spirits
plumes, fragrant and ancient
they are calling from the shores
shrill and elect
ride with us
rites with us
in robes majestic
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Posted: Jun 2017
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