The quiet sea rough seas stalled wind goes far as a huge carpet of pearl
bordering the sky I ' horizon there is all there
A daily
born which will come in its enchanting I'aurore
thighs
I am the weapon that cleaves before the morning fog
that pierces the sun
The night was long
She still sticks to the eyelid
burning like a thousand fires I'amour
The night was clever
She hung up her right breast
poem stone Makombo bambote (Central African Republic )
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