Sunday, 12 June 2016


Two sides to each of our stories,
Basically, that's four equal sides,
Perfectly, like Spongebob's pants,
Unlike the yellow guy, it's smiles,
That disguised, dark soul of yours,
A story in dark ink, full of worries,
Smiles hid behind narrations, wars,
We both stayed in our own corners,
Leaning, long, straightening edges,
We made a circle out of the corners,
Erased a small line, then out escapes,
Luck finding another corner of yours!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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