Walked,
Heavy head,
Fell sideways.
Skin stretched,
The fore-head,
To the toes.
False fetched,
Light sparked,
In the eyes.
Of my life out easy,
M.J Moon-Walking,
Out of stage.
"Out Easy"
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... -
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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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