My dear friend,
Were you in the past my lover?
Were we stars that wooed each other in the skies?
I don’t know, I can’t remember
Yet something inserts into my mind
Memories of secret kisses,
Shared, shaded by mango trees,
under a ghee-yellow moon
My dear friend,
Were you in the past my lover?
Were we stars that wooed each other in the skies?
I don’t know, I can’t remember
Yet something inserts into my mind
Memories of secret kisses,
Shared, shaded by mango trees,
under a ghee-yellow moon
Issa A. Dioume 