My dear friend,
Were you in the past my lover
Stars that wooed each other in the skies
I don’t know, I can’t remember
Yet something inserts into my mind
Memories of us sharing secret kisses beneath mango trees under a ghee-yellow moon
My dear
Published by Issa Dioume
I am a Frenco-Senegalese writer employing the English language to compose his pieces. I am an aspiring-novelist constantly aiming to perfect his craft. I hope you will find that I have much to say when much must be said and little to be said when little needs to be said. View all posts by Issa Dioume
