My Arabian Friend Poem by KUTLWANO SONJI NOBLE ONE NKWE

My Arabian Friend



On the cold airs of winter she fastened her turban
Faced the direction of Mecca and burst on tears
With touching prayers
Then the hot winds of summer knocked and arrived
Packed with some hope layers
Her quaking feet strengthened and she started dancing to the sounds of players
With great artistic work and the composition of the song
Reviving a dead spirit she stood on the open airs
This future that can’t be forecasted the springs
Told her things
Without sense but sensible to some ears
Ad domino there was a man crucified to take all our earthly fears
Unrighteousness and everything that haunted men
Without much time the autumns came with the proof that he can
Sweeping her dirty life
She joined the supper of the lamb as a wife

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