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Thursday, November 19, 2015

EKIYONI NDILIMBO


I can hear that voice
Over winds blowing
In Nyamirambo

I feel the stillness of warmth
Raiding every nerve
Like the wet glory
Fashioned over I heart

Thy whisper gave I spirit breath
I live again through a million deaths
In thy eyes I find destiny

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