Under the starlight night sky,
@lankosiwrites
Thoughts come to life,
As words dance their way,
Into the steams of ink,
With a careful spill,
Like a set of secret whispers,
Creating tales coated with wisdom..
Wisdom and tales are transferred,
Onto sheets that hold memory,
A canvas for the soul’s longing…
Now the twisted tales,
Of those who crafted them,
Shall lose their relevance,
Because the rewriting,
to break the cycle,
of swimming in the waters,
meant to glamorize ignorance,
Is underway…
La Nkosi Writes 