Open Book Festival

 


Amazwana

Thumela amazwana

Ukuthumela okudumile osuka kule bhulogi

Ngivulekile

Isithombe
We have limited time to feel And I treasure beautiful summers But all these loose ends can only be tied by you I seek relief from stones unturned  I never thought it was desperation It felt textured in the ethereal  It felt measured in something real It felt like something I could feel But I am unable to explain To capture succinctly the loneliness  That saturates my pain.
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