A LITTLE BIRD by Ngambire Yishmabeth Yengtel
In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring I’m now free for consolation And…
In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring I’m now free for consolation And…
To everything is a season, And a time to every purpose under the heaven A time to be born, a time to die; A time to plant, and a time…
A magic moment I remember; I raised my head and you were there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that is beautiful and rare. I pray to mute the…