Her Real Future
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Her real future
I make swing
Bring low tune and sing
I almost whisper
As silent lover
What poetry
That thrills oratory
Words come out slowly
They are not uttered carelessly
My mind goes with dance on floor
The feet get closer
It makes sound
And I gain ground
But where is she?
With shyness and not worry free
I find her as queen
To rule my heart on this earthly heaven
I surely feel about African soil and beauty
The girls are like dark tan and wonder really
They have heart and show
The time is on their side to blow
They are made of same clay
My love definitely stays
In her eyes and ventures
This is really her future
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