Friday, 22 April 2016


"Body of a soldier,
heart of an angel,
brim-full soul jar,
words that end all.

Soul of a warrior,
reigns like a lion,
she was a worrier,
he would lie-on..."

"Withering Petals"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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