Saturday, 14 January 2017


You stand out, like an Island,
You cushion me when I land,
The sea shore's got quick sand,
Ooh, beach don't kill my wife!

A shadow lies where you stand, 
It's mine and I'm holding a hand,
It's the hand of my only dear life, 
Sweeps with roses, where I stand.

"Rose Broom"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha.

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