For Love surely lies heartbroken at all the tears cried in its name, the curses flung at its efforts…there is nothing wrong with love; there is just something wrong with us.
—Sinovuyo Nkonki
The sky is in bloom when I am with you…
My mother is a poem that I could never write for she deserves multitudes; all of praise.
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