north of your birth land, in unhurried solitary walks, while locking heavens in tiny photographs, waves breaking in the background and the smell of sea drying on your skin, breathing in the essence of your people, an african dreaming in the paradise of blue and green, storing memories of those met in lone journeys with wishes of 'salaam' heard in every actions and deeds, stories heard and retold over a hot cup of brewed tea...
i am envious of your clear skies where the stars and sun are different from mine
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