Very often I dream Africa,
Where I belonged to the land in my previous births.
Once I talked friendly with mount Kilimanjaro.
'I want to draw you on a canvas for an Exhibition.'
'First you have to climb my dear painter.'
But I missed several occasions and never tried again.
Now when I see her in my dreams as a sculptor
She acts like a stranger
And never talk about our bygone incidents.
I feel like a dwarf beneath the mountain.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mount-kilimanjaro/
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