Have you ever thought of birds, squirrels, impalas, baboons, basically wildlife?…
How they survive out there in the woods, alone, in summer all through winter!…when it’s raining, where is their fire point?
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
Have you ever thought of birds, squirrels, impalas, baboons, basically wildlife?…
How they survive out there in the woods, alone, in summer all through winter!…when it’s raining, where is their fire point?