By PoeticPosh I am the story that the wind carries,A patchwork of dreams, scars, and memories,Not just the soil beneath my feet,But the fire that sparks when I meet my own heartbeat. I wear the colours of my ancestors’ tales,In laughter, in tears, in storms, and in sails,I am the echo of voices long gone,Yet... Continue Reading →
By Poetic Posh I come from a place where the sun wakes early,Its rays kissing hills that carry stories,Where children’s laughter echoes through dusty roads,And women wear strength like head wraps bold. I come from soil that remembers footsteps,From lands that bloom even through drought,Where cows graze slow and peaceful songsRise from throats that never... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 