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A NEW WORLD. By: StacySpeaks. - Stacyspeaks.com
The breeze blows this way; As the leaves dance like masquerades. The white man stands in the centre of the wide dark sky. I feel it could drop down to the earth at any moment and scatter like snowflakes on our roof tops. What if the river overflows Will it take my bed away? Then … Continue reading A NEW WORLD. By: StacySpeaks.