Monde Msutwana

I feel melancholic, Seeing the inevitability of time. Yet by chance the ivory falls not off, but hangs by the follicle. Milking of strands by teeth; […]

Wish I could tell you I Love You, but you don’t exist.  In this time and realm, soldiers march on and the heart is left desolate.  […]

In plain sight I perceived blindness That which could be the matter of subject An object of eclecticism Clasped in ancient monism I accent on the […]