Our soul feels the tune of the
Africa flute, as it dance it way
through the gentle wind.
This sweet melody supassed our
sorrowfull moments, so hands
gloryfy the full moon, in it we
trust.
Tonight we merry with our
gods, so the death are at peace!
Through our moves we intorxicate
and communicate with them, their
laughter out sound our voices so the
future is bright.
We are the children of the full moon,
and this tune made us Africans, and Africa is
ours..
Wow, very spiritual and serene. Beautiful philosophy here, I rather enjoyed reading this, great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow....it is a very good poem