Trust a light or blow the glow,
Grow into it, or slow the flow,
Take your body to its craving,
But all of your soul to heaven,
Follow the cries, or the voice,
Angels or ghosts, your choice!
"Your Choice"
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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