True Folks
True folks,
True folks have no colours.
When I hear about true folks,
My heart beats like a silent african drum.
My body moves to hug them.
There is always happiness to swim
With true folks in African rivers
Drinking pure waters.
There is much trust to share
Important knowledge with true folks.
Remember, where the truth controls ,
There is always freedom.
October 06/2023
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