We live in drought As summer sings to fallMy wandering clothes Have filled with filth through all A sunny view Along the road I cameTo pray for peace On a night of calming rain The rooftop tiles Have washed with water’s lashThe rusted drains Have carried off …
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alone in the bush where night is calling within the open sky as dark as the one I love I wander in the sand while cutting twigs in a path the bells have echoed somewhere in the night this midnight soup has broken up my …
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