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SICK WITH MALARIA

She was too dull,
as the other young ones,the stars of the world twinkled,
she was sleeping,
wondering why her body was aching,
listening to the beats of her heart,
too fragile to skip.
she wanted to dance and sing ,
just like the other birds ,
she wanted to fly and perch on the tallest tree in the forest,
but she couldn't,
she wanted to dive and float like all the other fish,
but she couldn,t.
Her body was aching.
She had a very high fever,
Her mouth was dry and bitter
She was shivering yet too hot,
she was vomiting yet in an empty stomach,
the apple she loves was too bitter
yet the sweetest.
her innocent eyes were too white
her lips too dry and dark brown,
She had malaria.
She was fighting and still fighting.


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