Memories I hide from the Sky

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I stand and watch you fade away like clouds on a clear winter day

High into the sky, so cold

Tears streams from my eyes,

The ember of time that we shared,

Memories that’ll never grow mold,

Your wing given to you, so fly

Memories of your smile I’ll forever hold,

How I wish that I’ve never had to say goodbye. #sexwithluna

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Ama Ndlovu explores the connections of culture, ecology, and imagination.

Her work combines ancestral knowledge with visions of the planetary future, examining how Black perspectives can transform how we see our world and what lies ahead.