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Our newly born sun rests,
In a little universe where he goes to visit other nations in his sleep.
We watch him set away as our souls remain charmed by his peaceful aura.
This is our little home,
And whenever he opens his bright eyes to rise
The walls of our bedrooms call us to his little huge gift of warmth,
We smile, everytime he awakes our days are born again.
Our little blessing,
His prints on our skins revive our sleeping genes,
Our melanin knows him the way the pits in our palms know to take form of fists.
We love him,
Our bright sun, he leave imprints of life on the edges of our spirits
And it’s if he doesnt grow old.

Hazel Fasaha Mshairi Tobo

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