Silence, non-existent, within African lands,
Drums, laughter, roaring, the clapping of hands,
Singing of happy voices & of dancing dust
feet,
The snorting & grunting, of beasts in the
heat.
There´s no silence in Africa, not in one single
thing,
Wings flapping, jaws snapping, bird beak that
sings,
Maws munching, bones cracking, rumbling of guts,
Click, clack & crunching of pincers, pods
& dry nuts.
Within the stillness of Africa, one hears ancient
sounds,
Old dust weeping tears, on dunes & sandy
soft mounds,
Shadow whispered secrets, in quiet velvet dark
nights,
Within the silence of Africa, old dreams take
their flight.
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