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In the cradle of dawn, where the sun first sings,
Africa rises, with wide-spread wings.
Her rivers murmur, in ancient tongues,
Tales of kings and queens, their legends unsung.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of time,
With secrets etched in rocks, rhythm, and rhyme.
The savanna whispers with the wind’s soft plea,
About the Creator
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Comments (3)
Awesome one
Thank you too for reading
Our homeland is a fact of proud for us. Thanks for sharing it.