Forget me not,
Cold, brisk African air.
Forget not how my tears watered,
The cracks of the Sossusvlei
Seeping deep into the cracking veins of the Earth.
Or how my warm breathe,
Spread through the air,
Breathing out a thirst for opportunity.
Forget me not,
My Africa.
Forget me not,
As my soul explores,
In search for return.
Forget me not,
Cold, brisk African air.
Take a trip inside my mind as I share timely insights, musings, and perspectives on life, love, and everything in between.
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