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  • Lorraine Johnson

[26] As A Djembe Drums

The sun falls from the sky,

and the rain has risen as I lie,

under the lip of a flower's petal.

A deepening smile across my eyes.

A sigh that carries my last goodbyes.

Forevermore awake, as dawn—

dreaming a life not yet worn.

Living the moments as they come.

Filling my vessel as a djembe drums.


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