Without Borders
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Without Borders

Tea at 4 o’clock

A poem

The tea colors my body brown
like the soil in which it grows
in the cold hills of Limuru.

I brought with me enough
packages to last the length
of immigration.

A small part of home.

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Florence Wanjiku

Writing off borders through poetry and self development. Editor of Without Borders publication for writers who love to push their boundaries