Saturday, 8 October 2016


The smell of freshly lawned fields,
Noses feeding on that scented hair,
Our presence feels, fills up the air,
Point at the whitened fluffy clouds,
Our lips slug, honey take me there.

"Lawned Fields"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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