Echoes of earth
call out a name.
Tender palms and soles carry history.
Solid strolls on the terrain of their birth land.
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The zero of numbers.
The circle of shapes.
The well of origin.
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Incense of smoky gerbera fragrances.
Tribes of feminine sacredness.
Rituals performed for roots remembered.
Ceremonies symbolizing sacramental service.
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Location of interest.
Land of the living.
I can hear laughter along the longitudinal plane.
My heart's compass points toward the latitude of longing.
Dividing the land in two
lies the equator of equanimity.
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She is the queen of the motherland.
Her kisses corrects my past.
Her hugs heals my wounds.
Her smiles swallows my pride.
Outstretched hands welcomes me.
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She is a friend to the forgotten.
A sister to the seeker.
A woman named Africa.
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