Tuesday, October 5, 2010

An Ode to Africa


Picturesque, Winter Mountains
Pink, grey, blue
Sky sets upon thorn trees
Still, silence envelopes you.

Plains, dry, dim with nightfall
Smoky scent fills the air
Fireflies adorn the night
A single bird soars without a care

How I love Africa
Its silver-lined clouds
Stark, plains
And overwhelming crowds

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