I am young enough to believe that nothing can...
That cathedrals burn and...
The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...
Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...
You are my guiding angels.
You are my shining lights...
It was long ago
and memories now...
The animalistic choking
As I laid and suffocated...
I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...
I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl...
By Bhekumuzi Mdakane
She came to fight for her Prince...
MOTHER
You are my pain curing...
She lives as if in a cocoon
Weaving her tales at every nook and corner...
Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...