Scouting the icy planes with its black and narrow eyes

Dark and golden like liquid honey

You know me so well

We all leave traces - poetic

and rose petals unfold in the most beautiful splendor

Afrika kugle Mette Saabye Scouting the icy planes withThis bead left the collection in 2019. I am an African. Not because I was born there but because my heart beats with Africas. I am an African. Not because I live on its soil but because my soul is at home in Africa. I am an African. For her wildness quenches my spirit and brings me closer to the source of life. Extract from a poem by Wayne Visser (www. waynevisser. com) Please note: Each glass bead is handmade over a red hot open flame and no two