My soul burns down,
Am hell burning down,
Talk to me, of heaven,
Preach all days, seven,
Tell me of those words,
Uniting the two worlds,
Show me life's meaning,
I mean all this breathing,
Believed, in what's said,
The price, my soul paid,
Hush baby, don't you cry,
No promises, but I'll try.
"No Promises"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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I was once as clean as a newly hatched chic's beak, but you turned me into hell's doormat. Misery's doorbell on pain's bunke... -
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
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An all wrapping book. Our fore-fathers named it "Life". Well, we adopted the same name and so, we also call it "Life". A...
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