A clan girl

(Image from the gallery of BrandonSP)

I know of an African
From a beautiful clan,

Who makes the Angels
Abscond heavenly roles,

She has quite a tasty skin,
Smelling fruity like roses…

She has this gorgeous face
And shape, none has ever seen;

I know of an African lady
Her beauty never dies.

Tags: Dove, Love, Poem, Poetry

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