Apr 2019
"Ditsela di matlapa,
di tshela le malapa..."
Even when I was an infant
I knew I would travel this distant
Thrown in an abyss, a tragic instant
Then blow them with a kiss, basic instinct…
As I flow on roads often walked on, mending bridges
and sew the clothes of orphans walked on, mending cringes...
di tshela le malapa..."
Even when I was an infant
I knew I would travel this distant
Thrown in an abyss, a tragic instant
Then blow them with a kiss, basic instinct…
As I flow on roads often walked on, mending bridges
and sew the clothes of orphans walked on, mending cringes...
Maverick
(Pretoria, South Africa)
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