In the ancient stones, stories reside, Whispers of time, in silence they confide. Heritage woven in the fabric of life,…
In the heart of the village square, they gather Feet tapping to the beat of time’s old drum Hands clapping…
In the twilight of forgotten dreams, Where shadows dance and moonlight gleams, I hear the whispers of the past, Calling…
In the silent night, where shadows dance, Whispers of the past draw near, Ancestorsâ voices, soft as a trance, Guiding…
In the quiet of the night, I hear their call, Whispers of wisdom, stories of the fall. From lands far…
In the whispers of the ancient winds, Our stories dance like autumn leaves, From elders’ lips to children’s dreams, The…
In the quiet halls where incense burns, Whispers of the past in every corner turn, Ancestors call, through veils unseen,…
In the rhythm of the drum, the Sesotho heart beats strong, Echoes of ancestors in every song, Mountains cradle stories…
In the whispers of the ancient trees, Lies the tale of those before, Their laughter carried on the breeze, Their…
In the moonlit night, shadows weave and twirl, Feet pounding earth, the rhythm unfurls. Hands clasped tight, in a circle…