Tuesday, 11 October 2016


That incredible feeling,
Walking on dry leaves,
Dry, delicious, crunchy,
Strides taking up bites,
Feet chew, gorgeously,
Oh, am a satisfied soul,
Nature's a loving mum,
What a lucky son I am!

"Lucky Son"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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