Monday, 1 August 2016


Where are you taking me?
You take my hand and say it's okay,
Why do you believe in me?
That I'll remember this path another day,
What if I want to be free?
What if I never meant any word I'd say?
What if by your side, I'll not long stay?
What if this walk will never pay?
If am lost in this valley, I'd weep and cry,
And in the next ridge, you'd lay,
In that day, I'll be okay, if far from me, 
You'd stay...

"Far From Me"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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