Somewhere, always, somewhere,
There’s a day when healing comes.
Wasn’t this what life was supposed to bring,
After death, the healing?
Healing refuses to be lost to death,
I say, healing will come.
From A Poem A Day: African Continent
Somewhere, always, somewhere,
There’s a day when healing comes.
Wasn’t this what life was supposed to bring,
After death, the healing?
Healing refuses to be lost to death,
I say, healing will come.
From A Poem A Day: African Continent
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