Monday, 11 July 2016


You knocked on my door,
And I welcomed you inside,
Said your name's happiness,
Then, created art on my face,
Said to me, it's called a smile.

And every time, we hugged,
I saw a serpent hidden coiled,
Tucked up, inside your collar,
You'd say that it's just a friend,
I learnt that it's named sadness.

The Other Friend
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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