Thursday, 9 June 2016


Everything will fade away,
This grip will slip away,
That breath will be a tale,
That day will be history,
Those actions, a memory,
For, a day will come, when,
All is gone, and they'll say,
There once lived a man,
The history, tales, memories,
Will paint down the body,
The heart, spirit and soul!
But, till then, we are writing,
Authoring our tales, stories,
Exactly how they'll be told!

"It'll Fade Away"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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