WILLIAMSJI MAVELI CO-WRITES WITH STACI MODISETTE

THE APPLE TREE
Hugged with loving hands for a long time,
It was used for digging will be lost.
The apple tree, as it always grows,
Yet the red roses bloomed.
But, to the creeping tragedy
And moving, and jumps
This is not a forgotten, loveless garden
For them, it is a paradise.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI & STACI MODISETTE