Beneath the moonlit sky so bright, Red lanterns float, a peaceful sight. In alleys old, where whispers stay, Ancient tales…
Beneath the blazing sun’s embrace, Where ancient rivers carve their trace, Lives a land of endless grace, African life, a…
In the emerald fields where clovers grow, The whispers of the ancient winds blow, Through cobblestone streets and rolling hills,…
In the whispering winds of ancient lands, Where sacred rivers carve their timeless paths, The echoes of the ancestors stand,…
Threads of heritage spun with care, Across the loom of time and space, Each pattern tells a story rare, Of…
In the cradle of the highlands, where valleys whisper tales, The Sesotho culture dances, in rhythms that never pale. A…
In shadows cast by moonlit skies, their voices rise and sing, Echoes of a history, where pain and joy do…
In the mirror, I see the universe’s ink, A tapestry woven with stars that think, Stories unspoken, yet loud and…