Saturday, 2 July 2016


I only wake up in the morning,
Or when the voices start calling,
In all my dreams, I keep falling,
In the night, I keep on crawling,
Lost beddings, limbs sprawling,
Dark places, I want to crawl in,
These stars are what am lost in.

"Lost In The Stars"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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