Wednesday, 22 June 2016


Don't wander my little bird,
Land on me, make me glad,
Make me your favorite twig,
Little bird, take my last fig,
On this wondrous love tree,
Build a nest and set me free.

"Little Bird"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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