envy

north of your birth land in unhurried solitary walks whilst locking heavens in tiny photographs waves breaking in the background and smell of the sea salt drying on skin breathing in the essence of your people an african dreaming in paradise of green and blue building memories of those met in lone journeys with wishes of ‘salaam’ heard in every actions and deeds stories heard and told over a hot cup of brewed tea i am envious of your clear skies looking down upon where stars and sun is different from mine...