Saturday, 2 July 2016

"WHEN WE FIGHT"

That stolen heart made it mine,
Those bad days will now be fine,
The fish caught by my casted line,
The body's delicacy wants to dine,
Possesses peacefulness, of a shrine,
Swirl, whirl up my body like a vine,
Take time maturing sweet like wine,
We fight then end up in a sixty-nine!

"When We Fight"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha






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