September 29, 2020

Astronomy in Africa

posted on: Thursday April 24, 2014

by Amanda Brown ’14
Senior Portfolio Staff

We are lions in the wild
Bound to roam the whole earth free.
But now just for a while,
You chose to walk with me.

The pulsing in your ears
Is the pulsing of the sun.
And I can feel the red stars
Pulsing through your blood.

The roaring wasn’t anger
It was laughing at their guns.
The scratching was a mark
That together we would run.

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