In the Sun
Let the waterless pools riseThe angst of the rains fall
The beauties of the Indian women pry
The muttering bastards, scorn
But at the long time, let no man weep
Let no hound howl at us
In the wind
In the moon
In the rain
In the sun
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-07-30 at 10:19
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