Thursday, 14 July 2016


Spill my ink out the window,
Steal my quill, now a widow,
Married to poetry, yes weirdo,
It saved my soul, it's my hero,
This is the only place I know,
My all, if this life, goes, zero, 
Stuck inside me, it's what I do,
I live poetry, under my pillow. 

"I Live Poetry"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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