Wednesday, 15 June 2016


Sink your emotions in ink,
My eyes crave for a drink,
Your words, oh, so sweet,
I listen with my tongue out,
Well that's an intended joke,
Fire's pretty, not the smoke.

"Fire Is Pretty"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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