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Posted bytessiePosted inPoetry, Short reads

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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		I am everything that I choose to be but above all, I am a storyteller, a lover art in it's many forms. I am an artist as much as I am a work of art. I will always cherish this passion for it is who I am.		
	



	



	



		

		
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