A letter to Angelica Of Malek-And-Lang-Reechdit
By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan
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Lo-NIG-ht of series dreams and pierceful drums-your slimy nose came
reflected me window
With blows-carols of bird in manie tones-my arms rested under your wintry bed
Where blends of hairs-took glee back to fairyland
Of bereft and condoning-sloshing tears down the bed-burst like a holy
descending fire
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On-which lakes we swam-for these light years be swimming us in
To purify our sins in the waits of hell
When all gait in -a- pool of blessing
Hear them cry for their sons who walkest down the meadows
Alas!–me– see this love
Alas!–me think this love-await for knowing and ancestry
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Angelica me-guarding gainst the pleasures
When inflictions were me worries
Mine eyes are weak and deeper for that night wait-O-
Be tears and joys the flowers of mind that think of love and happiness
All ye seed of life curl that way Angelica–
Angelica–daughter of Madingdit
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~Riak Marial Riak (SONNETS ABOUT ANGELICA)
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