Friday, 15 July 2016


The smell of burning souls,
Fell in love with the flames,
And roses were beautiful,
Their thorns were painful,
But what should a man do,
When he's helpless for you,
When love slips off his hand,
What should he do for you,
That'll make you understand?

"What Should He Do?"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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