Sunday, 26 June 2016


It is so dark in here,
My candle light's dim,
Flame sits on the string,
Dancing to my dear sobs,
My face buried in palms,
Tears run to my elbows,
If the flame flees, free,
I'll be lost, in darkness,
A phantom, a shadow.
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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