Birth is everlasting through the
Wind on this skin and the roots
On my tongue, my land is forever
Suckling these beats, as a horse
Rolls through hay, I aspire awed
Clay upon clay, salt upon sweat
Hues overwhelm my retinas as
An effect of our mountains circling the sun
Wind on this skin and the roots
On my tongue, my land is forever
Suckling these beats, as a horse
Rolls through hay, I aspire awed
Clay upon clay, salt upon sweat
Hues overwhelm my retinas as
An effect of our mountains circling the sun
3 shared ideas:
beautiful
beautiful words beautiful photo
thank you both
this was inspired by a trip to clarens in the Free State
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