Her body the temple
Thus we pray unto her art
Her mind the school yard
Thus we listen to her teachings
Her spiritual
Thus we believe in the existence of angels therefore we still pray to a God
But how will we know what's divine and what isn't
Made in the imagine of Him and nothing else in between we reflect nothing but Him to the world showing off his magnificence
But look
It's the rib of man
A BEAUTIFUL CREATION
A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE
Therefore we go back why not mark this as a ANGELUS given not only to mother earth but to thy galaxy
About the Creator
Tsholofelo Magwentshu
I am a wild being with a wilder heart , tainted soul and spirit too
I am a wild flower
I Am Waris
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