Africa

I hear the drums echoing tonight.
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation.

She's coming in 12:30 flight.
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stop to know that along the way.
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies.
He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you

 

Hurry boy     

 Back to square one

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