Africa, Seychelles, Beau vallon
It was a single house standing on the sand of Beau vallon
The ghost still lingers in the past of her lost childhood
All my life I wanted just to see her beautiful face again
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How touching and sad the expressions of this poem. I could feel the loss of the little girl, lost, on the sands of Beau hall in. Beautiful and haunting at the same time....thank you for sharing it. PEACE