Cheeks eroded and deep furrowed,
An engineering thanks to the tears,
Ears full of entangled webs, of lies,
Trust's an infant died in conception,
Pores on the skin, filled with worry,
The art on the heart a million cracks,
The hurt on the mind, heavy misery,
The body dances, a song of memory,
But, deep, on the cracks of the heart,
Sprung pure love, for one more soul.
"One More Soul"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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