Friday, 28 August 2015


I let myself off a cliff,
landed in a garden full of roses.
Times blue, heavy grief,
found smiles under our noses.

Drawing portraits of you all night,
got my brushes painting love.
Brushes down, night poetry write,
got my quill scribbling love.

If loving is wrong, am an outcast.
Promise it's life-long, am here to last.
Love knocks, ding-dong, always opens fast.
Lips ever serving a love song, this love, vast! 

"Life-long love"
-Andrew Mwalasha
Poem collection 2015

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