Karabo Ramosamo
Last of the Long Lost In every raided grave of dreams, Lies a wreath of hope. In every torn, tattered…
From whirling winds, troubled seas It comes as a gentle breeze But still sweeps the mightiest kings It stalks and…
Last of the Long Lost In every raided grave of dreams, Lies a wreath of hope. In every torn, tattered…
From whirling winds, troubled seas It comes as a gentle breeze But still sweeps the mightiest kings It stalks and…