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written by: TheMuseProject1990



Sacred secrets can live on empty bosoms.
Messy dreams are like reminders
of grounded planes during a fog storm.
Still I believe...

Bothered minds can reason beyond their feet.
Crazy flights of fancy are like fuel to growing fires during a drought.
Still I believe...

Rational thoughts cannot be reserved for busy hands.
Fallen angels walk amongst us during the day.
Still I believe...



Nelisa Ngqulana: South African writer and mom of 2.
I keep the sun in my cup, I keep the beat in my heart and I keep these words in my soul: we live to learn

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