Salomon Lagrimas
Like a thunder wakes up
in his bed
the quinn of Saba
with a kiss in her mouth.
She shakes her hair (dark black)
like her deep black eyes
flying to the horizont.
Lips drips of honey
tear drops in her face
told good bye to his lover
Salomon the magnificent king.
The Ethiopian Jews in her womb
a totally different nation
want to reclaim their heritage
with the Israli nation.
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