Sunday, 10 July 2016


'For she'd thought, that he,
Had stolen her little heart,
But he'd only borrowed it,
For a short-lived moment'

She poured out her heart,
A sip and he spilt the rest,
She'd lie on shores naked,
And waves dressed her up.

"Waves Dressed Her Up"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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