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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Harmony from a dark heart
Between March and May
The Harmattan season blows hot and dry
A continental trade wind that sweeps
From the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea
And somewhere south of
Ancient Khartoum
Without wings, I fly south
High above the dusty road
Beside the White Nile
And I glide
While the percussive beat of drums
Is met by chords that float
Like me
And if I told you
The truth
That I am hypnotized
By the dust plume
The particulate plumage
Left behind
When I couldn't fly
(completed on a Sunday, the sixteenth day of June, 2024)
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Harmony from a dark heart
Between March and May
The Harmattan season blows hot and dry
A continental trade wind that sweeps
From the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea
And somewhere south of
Ancient Khartoum
Without wings, I fly south
High above the dusty road
Beside the White Nile
And I glide
While the percussive beat of drums
Is met by chords that float
Like me
And if I told you
The truth
That I am hypnotized
By the dust plume
The particulate plumage
Left behind
When I couldn't fly
(completed on a Sunday, the sixteenth day of June, 2024)