21/05/2025
My dew heart for my beloved South Africađź’§
It begins with the beat of the drum—
deep, grounded, alive.
A rhythm that moves through the land,
through people, through time.
The fire burns at the center,
where stories are shared,
where laughter and pain
are passed hand to hand
like bread.
There is music in the wind,
strength in the soil,
hope in the eyes
of those who rise each morning
with the sun in their chest
and the land in their blood.
This is not just a country.
It is a feeling.
A fire.
A heartbeat.
-MM
