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When your soul returns to Ras Dashen
When your soul returns to Ras Dashen many years from now,
Time will stop to acknowledge your final descent.
Time will give no pardon. Time will take no vow.
As a child again, you will walk through the land.
At the mountain foot olive trees are the same;
They were guarding your peace from below and above.
When the world seemed unfair – this is where you came,
This is where you...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 11:59 pm
What I Left Behind
My dreams locked behind
A thousand doors,
My genuine voice,
Life without remorse.
Self-portrait that’s free
Of the wrinkled despair,
Rhetorical questions
Of how and where.
Whimsical, drunken
Scent of the hope,
A love letter
Burnt in the last envelope.
I stepped on this land
And time ceased to exist.
Since then I had wondered
Whose image it is.
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:06 pm
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