Grannie, Woman of Africa
Sad words
Sad eyes
Sad, sad life
Why
Is there no anger
In your soft, smiling voice
Does your face glow
With a beauty as breathtaking
As that of the tree, vibrant with
That frothy purple
Magnificent blossom
Blooming alone
Among the dry, ungrateful
stones?
poem by Anita Wisniewska
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