Saturday, November 26, 2011

Rwanda: Waiting for Next Spring

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As slender as a rifle,

In his mind,

He flies an unwavering kite,

Towering into the reddish sky,

As people cry,

Beneath the rolling hills,

Though the silent winds patrol,

He is control,

Until when?

Wait!

Cannot wait for next spring.

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