Tales by moonlight
Where tales of a land
Integrated in culture before the fights
And for my beloved country
We’ve since not welcomed sunlight
The darkness remains
and the sweet tales told at moonlight No longer rains
Lost in the entombment Of darkness
the only colours we see are shades of red from blood shed;
through tribes and cultures
Losing them all in selfish pleasures
Hope for the glimpse of a twilight in my dark countryYY
Anari Jaja
Having studied digital communications, professional communications, and print technology, my life revolves around creating and delivering beautifully designed messages. Appealing to my audience through words, colors, and imagery is a daily occurrence, and one that I think tackle pretty well.
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