The African Rains …
Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.
Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,
the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.
Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,
herald rebirth.
if you listen,
if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.
If you listen,
the whispers of the ancestors,
speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,
even though we may stumble,
even though we may fall.
You write such beautiful poetry. I really enjoyed reading this piece.
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thank you so very much indeed, friend! deeply and truly appreciated.
warmest wishes to you.
Peace and Equality for all βππ
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You’re ever so welcome.
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thank you, my friend.
Peace and Equality for all βππ
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“The whisper of our ancestors”
Such flawless inspirationβ€β€
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thank you, dear friend. your warm words are deeply appreciated and humbling.
warmest wishes from Johannesburg β
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The honour is mine…have a beautiful day aheadπ
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and you too, friend.
Peace and Equality for all βππ
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