Harmattan Love

The cold became much
I had to wear a sweater
to go and see her.

I arrived her door
and couldn’t knock, I was scared
then the door opened.

She wore her jacket
the one that had purple sleeves
And those yellow boots.

I remember well,
that evening that we made
Love in harmattan

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

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