A-frica calls on
the voice of the drum,
F-rom the dust
& the heat of the sun,
R-eel me back on
the skeins of breezes,
I- feel your sigh
as it tickles & teases,
C-ome back to
where you used to roam,
A-frica, my heart,
soul & my far lost home.
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