Each hours count and every minute on the soil of Africa is divine with oracle of nature, i can't resist the black beauty of the sahara angels sitting on the pyramid of ages in Egpty.
Waking up each morning with a bright hope in my Africa jungle of love, deep breath is needed when smiling with a crocodile but more purity is require to see another day in Africa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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