It's sweeter when it turns red,
Mould grows better on bread,
In the dark, clean filth is bred,
Serve the wine, and the bread.
I'll just close my eyes, lie here,
You won't close yours, oh, fear,
It's safe in here, worry not dear,
Cobwebs won't strangle for a tear.
Well, explorers need not maps,
And after sleep I still need naps,
Life, it's full of spaces and gaps,
Filled by drinks from heart cups.
"Heart Cups"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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