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Our Stars Inside
I wouldn't leave the stars inside if I were you
Such a watchful styles mingling that way
Let eyes blink at Malawian dances
The inside stars giggling and wriggling fot daisy
And emerge the auxiliary bait begrudge
Desperately the tradition is equipped with such drums
Warming the hoods with golden countenance drugs
These innocent incentives sizzling at their base
These stars the steps nurtured by the groaning lightening
Our only stars of the innermost exposure of mighty
Our northern corridor here you are with Mapenenga
Giving a chance of joining the frizzling steps in constable parade
And beeping up with Saza, these men and whites only
Absorb completely your whole some and deep your loveliness
Vimbuza along side this wildness may take you up
To our curled history of the innermost dam
These stars inside the big dances in the middle age
These dances, Malawian tools to way back
Restored from our beginning
In the ever known dances, piercing eyes
The southern stas, there, giving out their will
Dressed in a blue mothers' tongue
And rise up high to feed your souls
These capacious stars you can mind
Learn to watch our dances before you set off
Only a visit satisfy eyes in the discovery book
poem
by
Paul Mwenelupembe
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