A friday kind of poem


An AFrican Feast

The sun sets golden

the harvested hay bales fill

the amber air with hues

of hazelnut

dust

it’s rich , it’s amber coloured

temperature too

you can drink the amarula in

you can spiral tranquil lose

yourself within

the ivory carved moon rises east- an AFrican Feast

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