-
Drums beating hard, Sore feet on the dusty ground, Masks that reach the sky.
All that take part of this are proud, proud humans, I am just a stranger, in a strange place. but when the rain starts to fall. I see that i am not a stranger. I am one of thim!
- by SaaskiTOmogl |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/01/2011 |
- Skip
- Title: African hart
- Artist: SaaskiTOmogl
- Description: i have made this poem for my friend, Hope, she moved to Africa to learn more about where her family came from.
- Date: 01/01/2011
- Tags: african hart
- Report Post
Comments (0 Comments)
No comments available ...