Waiting– by Issa Dioume

I never held her head between my hands,
Because I only grabbed at mist,
Heavily falls he who has never had a fall,
And I fell harder than a coin to the ground,

Now, till she comes, loneliness…

The heat of love scorches my heart,
But the one my heart holds dear is too far to feel the flames,

What a fool was I,

To let it slip without protest, 

To give up the honey of life,

Out of fear, and precaution.

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