Monday, 23 May 2011

Peace / Frehiwat Samuel

It is white,
clear, unstained.
There are no fingerprints upon it,
just words.
It is a Kebero played by two
hands in the centre of whispering sands,
that speaks of Eritrean sunrise.
I know all my family are calling my name,
praying for me, wondering where I am,
even if I am.
For I still feel your heart calling.

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