The elements that wrestle inside
The beauty that hides, so shy
Stimulated by the grass moving to the rhythm of the clouds
How can you congest the beauty inside?
But for the tears, a song is sour
in poverty you express your power
Folly embraces those who left after they did devour
But always remember that your beauty is a flower.
Nhlanhla Moment
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
The elements that wrestle inside
The beauty that hides, so shy
Stimulated by the grass moving to the rhythm of the clouds
How can you congest the beauty inside?
But for the tears, a song is sour
in poverty you express your power
Folly embraces those who left after they did devour
But always remember that your beauty is a flower.
Nhlanhla Moment
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