Curse of Harmattan
The icy talons of nature
Claw for my soul
Leaving my body
A broken home
First, my sense of smell
Then, my power of speech.
Left distraught I was,
Incapable of roaming the earth
Wreaking havoc vengefully,
The dust of the earth did
Slither into my nostrils
And down my spine
And like gods against a man
The frost of stars fallen
And that which man was born of
Came with the curse of harmattan
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