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Dec 2019
I remember sitting alone in a park.
My shoulders arced, I felt no peace.

The air was humid,
Clouds were gray.
I thought
at least the rain would put me at ease.

I whispered a short prayer-
the kind that was rushed and abrupt.

Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us.

Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question.

Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another
Whispering back in a christened voice

and suddenly

humanity became sacrosanct.

He heard me.
Written by
nosipho khanyile  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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     Max Neumann and Bogdan Dragos
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