Walking into the Gambia

I close my eyes
to see the light
in my confused
heart.

I open my mouth
to taste the wind
so dry and green
with history

I feel my skin
it is longing for
connection but
fades away with
the milky way.

I whisper with my nose
to obtain the power
to reach out
in despair.

I hold my head up
to experience
the nature of we
or just nature
and me.

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