golden brown

“call my name no more

When you write a poem”

 

“I write it for you

(not only)

But for me too”

 

“Kujibamba ni free!”

She says to me.

 

She couldn’t understand

That, she lent a light. stolen;

 

brown skin golden

kissed by the sun

____

for

m.n

 

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