Sunday, 7 November 2010

The Nile

How to distant from the horns
Just look around
The lush fruitful
Corn, sugar cane
Fields rolling sectors, colours, no rain
Green escapades,
Wild evergrowing trees, leaves
All finely nurtured specific to the furlong
Watered, worked
Hard hands, dirt
The heat fuels the nutrients
Burnt to reimberse, ressurrect
The land turnsover
The cycle continues
Feed the villagers, family, you
Watching hard days go by
Flying, passing, neverlasting
I am free
My feet will carry me
I hope they feel free
Their hands keep safe the seed

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