The country newly-born, we were younger still
Jacaranda blossoms paved the stone under our feet
We drank the bittersweet coffee of the Chipinge hills
By the roadside in the glow of Independence
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A beautiful poem that tells a wonderful story of young love. Nicely done! hugs, Dee
This is the sort of poem that leaves one with a thirst for more, like seeing a trailer but wanting to see the whole film....... Love, Fran xx