The breeze blows this way;
As the leaves dance like masquerades.
The white man stands in the centre
of the wide dark sky.
I feel it could drop down to the earth
at any moment and scatter like
snowflakes on our roof tops.
What if the river overflows
Will it take my bed away?
Then the universe resides beneath the water.
A whole new world, everything changes;
we would no longer feel the rain.
The water cools us when the
sun raises its head.
Our legs will take a break
As we are now clothed with fins
And wiggle at the sound of the waves.
Written by: StacySpeaks.
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