slave
slave
slave
sengiyisilave sokubhala
sengiphilela ukuloba
akusekho ukulova
slave
abangani i left them behind and writting has became my true friend in these destiny
i could run cross the ocean just to get a pen and a paper and write my poem.....
and place it on top of the mountain so that people won't steel it, , , but than i can't.
slave
sengiyisilave sokubhala
monday to sunday alikho ilanga lokuphumula
if writting was a drug than i'll say i'm addicted,
abanye bathi ngiyahlanya ngoba vele ngihlanyiswa ukuloba.
slave
slave
slave
2sholo4elo da poet
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