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Rising Fall
Shedding off all of my greens
But I don't want to lack greens
Wearing brown and orange skins
Before you over cloud my sky
Give me new wine skin
Sipping Palm wine
Listening to mama's tales
Under this starry night
Fell asleep without a lullaby
Mama's tales made me cry
New day and foggy sights
Dry breeze and broken lips
Black kids with white skin
Bathing was the last thing
Heavy clothes... Dry nose
Written by Michael Ofurum
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Poem of a striking memory load, where the autumn is mixed with the memory of childhood, and the colors have a lot of suggestion. Greetings, @michaelofurum.
The memory of what we have lived, like that layer that covers us and accompanies us through time. Greetings
Thanks, it's good to be back. 😊
Greetings 😊