POETIC LICENCE RABBIE SERUMULA
Jan 16, 2021
2 minutes
I KNOW his eyes only. I had seen him a handful of times before, busy beautifying the same house’s façade. Landscaping the same yard with impeccable precision. With breathtaking artistry.
While walking from the shop, this time I did not only greet him with a muffled voice from beneath my mask. Drawn to his finesse with grass
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