Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Between Us



Downwards the blue mountain in the twilight,
Moon rays paved my homeward guide.
Looking back, I saw my path covered in a shadow....
I was passing the clay-hut of my lover girl friend,
When her grandma  called from a gate vineyard
And led me twining through bright green leaves
Where ripped grapes caught and held my clothes.
And I was glad of a chance to rest in that dwell
And delighted of a having a vodka  with my girl,
We sang to the melody of the wind in the pines;
And we finished our songs as the stars went down,
When, I being drunk and my friend more than joyful,
Between us we forgot the world and slept together.

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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