Kwaghkule Aondonengen Jacob
The Song that Sings Me │ Kwaghkule Jacob │ Poetry
Before the sky will be bereavedOf the lately smiles of the sunSome lovely lyrics will stuneDeeply down my eardrum &Plant some particles of euphoriaRoaming the valleys of my soul. And when next I am deadSing no song of sorrowful versesTo mourn a living-dead like meFor even the Nightingales singOnly of those who sleep & sigh.…