Preview: poems from the book “Fragments d’un Crépuscule Blessé”

Preview: poems from the book “Fragments d’un Crépuscule Blessé” The air erodes Its shadow quivers My land is lost sand My skin a black target A rough weave of laments How could anyone believe that a mother is anything but love?

Mukanda

16.03.2011 | by Céléstin Monga