The great shadow of the pastfollowed our steps
wherever we went
Sculptured flowers
colourful tiles
twisted ropes with serpents heads
renaissance motives and laundry
hanging over the street balconies
Magic of sounds, smells and touches
bring back memories
of black fishermen wives
walking through streets
balancing bulgy baskets
or water
on their heads
Vessels laden with slaves,
gold and ivory
and breeze that smells of salt
call remembrance of
the innocent clay coloured men
that embedded they signatures
onto the faces of the land
that exists
at the edge of the world
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