Comments about abigail sikwenda
If wishes were dreams that would come true
Maybe at the least, you could unleash your emotions of which part of your life they rule
What would beauty be without pain, rain or sorrow?
Where you picture it in front of a mirror, yet so phenomenal
The wind cried once, 'I want to feel who i touch because i'm more substance than air'
And yet sometimes when we're hit by the wind, we're on our knees saying life isn't fair
So your problems become your emotions, and they are there with you, on