Sechaba Tsametse Tshepang Mokone

(5th December 1988 / South Africa Gauteng Eastrand Springs Parktown hospital)

Love walking


She who strives for the rest befor her
is she who is called a Woman.

Poetring her through words would demean her level of greatness.
A Woman is greater than words spoeken and wrighten.
A Woman is greater than a picture painted and imagned.

A Woman may think
he is hurting her
but yet he is half what a Woman is FACT!

Not looking in the fact that she is a WoMAN
A woman aquires within her far more greatnes than we can ever for feel.

A woman is a man with emotions expresed.
That makes woman the greatest leaving bing breathing.

If love could walk
it would walk as a WOMAN.

Happy WoMaN'S day.

Submitted: Saturday, August 08, 2009

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