Water..
flows, freely from mountain springs...
Storm brewed
bitterness bites...
I admit, I change faces
And I do it all the time...
What happened to the degree you said you were...
What happened to "the last time" you were going to...
Some people
Will hate you...
The slightest irritation
can aggravate my life...
Alcohol gave me wings
to fly...
I go in search of vitality
and innovation among...
It is everyone's virtue
I suppose...
Blossoms from buds
Kids grown to youth...
By Bhekumuzi Mdakane
Water a dying plant...
All we build are mere shadow
All we mold are mere dust...