“AFRICA”
the silhouette says suddenly
Africa, Africa, Africa
The refrain in my mind
I feel it, I see it
The tones and palette of Africa
Africa- our souls
Africa- the rhythm
It builds, it builds
It settles in the Wood
And creates the light
In its own likeness
I am the light
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Afterword by TKS
Last night I dreamed a place I loved turned into a palace. Everyone was happy and radiant, so why I was still stuck in the backroom? No light. Climbing over costumes to find someone friendly.
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