by Mbecha
(Berlin, Germany)
Hullo dear, come along with me
Let's weave a knot not with the dry
Straws of passion that soon smolder
The ashes feeding the passing wind
In the luxuriance of plenty, in the
Depravity of destitution, in sharing
Be my partner in relaying our specie
Even when betrayals tarnish our vows
When tides ebb away with the anchor
And all hopes left hazed by doubts
Hold my hand and always shall I rise
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