Sunday, 26 June 2016


My soul burns down,
Am hell burning down,
Talk to me, of heaven,
Preach all days, seven,
Tell me of those words,
Uniting the two worlds,
Show me life's meaning,
I mean all this breathing,
Believed, in what's said,
The price, my soul paid,
Hush baby, don't you cry,
No promises, but I'll try. 

"No Promises"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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