Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
It’s crumbling
Aging unlike wine
Soon it won’t even exist
Everything tastes yummy
Before it hits my tummy
A young Indian, exploring his streets
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 