“THE WISE WOMAN”

Today Lord, 

I learned that you love another woman,And I come, desperate, to bid you farewell.

 One last time,

Pour the same wine into our two cups.

One last time, sing the song

Which speaks of a dead bird under the snow.

Then I will embark on the Hudson River

Whose waters divide

To flow east and west.

Why do you cry, Belle. Who hurt you?

You may marry a man with a faithful heart,

A man who will repeat to you sincerely:

“I only have eyes for you…”


ADAMA KONATE 

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