Late afternoon
I lay in the yellow grass
under an old baobab tree
A tiny dry leaf
drifts in the vibrating air
and lands on my hand
Marking the exact moment
when I left my heart
in the care of this savannah.
Late afternoon
I lay in the yellow grass
under an old baobab tree
A tiny dry leaf
drifts in the vibrating air
and lands on my hand
Marking the exact moment
when I left my heart
in the care of this savannah.