Affinity

Smelling the fragrance of Light,
We become children anew
pure and wild, we bow
Speaking with no words
But only smiles;
Some language-color
With nuances Djibreel
Regally slips through,
How enchanting this view!
We wear gowns of glow
Waltzing in this freshness
Tender hearts know.

copyrights 2005 Aida Toure

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