Private Property by Morula Wa Kutukgolo | Poetry Potion
Take care, Don’t tear me down. Solid and standing You found me, You have no idea How much love went into making me. Him who made me, Says I am his private property. Him who constructed me, Says I am a guest house on earth; For his accommodation only. He reserves all rights to admission, … Continue reading "Private Property by Morula Wa Kutukgolo"