Baadaye to you masaj. Keep the sand for me. Hold the sky for me. Forget me not and please wish me back.
colours
Two roads
The village is still there. And even though I'm gone nothing has changed. So why do I feel different?
Wind
Just barely you can feel the wind blowing through a shape of a star. When nothing else moves that star holds a promise.
God
I'm waiting for someone to open. Someone who will say my name the right way. Say it like rain on a dusty road. Or like cinnamon scented ice tea when the sun dries up the inside of my throat.
I went to Zanzibar
I went to Zanzibar and didn't feel like ever going home. Perhaps because I had traveled far and found a place with stars. Shining for me.
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