I stand on the edge of
a precipice. Vertigo's got
me reeling in anticipation.
For I got wings to glide
home, where neither knaves
nor cowards dare to tread.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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About Me
- phomolo
- An enthusiast in search of harmony; a devotee to the word craving for action; a son of the soil calling for solidarity.