
Botswana Poetry
Memory by Barolong Seboni
memory life is but memories unborn the world revolves like a cranium on the neck of time we remember; we forget then we…
memory life is but memories unborn the world revolves like a cranium on the neck of time we remember; we forget then we…
Love that inner sense of innocence that craves eternally the momentary experience in the oneness of twosome.