Friday, 1 July 2016


She'd cry,
Tears rolling,
Washing her mind,
Of its imprinted pain.

He'd kiss her,
Her lips' taste, 
Would lie as secrets,
Underneath his tongue.

"Cries And Kisses"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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