Posted in Poetry, Short reads

#001

Her skin is hot from the heat of the sun’s rays and golden like a dusty desert. In her eyes you can see the beautiful river that flows to her soul opening the gates of her heart, a warm and welcoming shelter for you to rest your head.

She is AFRICA, free from cold and horror.

She is AFRICA, loving and kind.





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