Sonnet Of Green Nchalo
So hot it says, swallowing strangers' strain
In the far green memento field it comes
In the ever greed ground with sprinklers stain
So scattered but green sweets amid fluids' canes
It awakens dews on underline and rolls flight
Anext is Savanna brown glue sleeps lives
It heads away spites and reborn of fight
Its people giggle, percolates huge fruits along a lives
As hospitable as lake Malawi the mine belong
That's likeable atmosphere Majete aside sparkles grey
Lifting on and off the mirror all day long
In the birds song of mileage below shire valley jail
The frozen Nchalo of green land in visitors eye
But it creates books so long to their humanoid bye
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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