Carbe Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Carbe



Water drops,
I am still sitting on the healing mountain!
And like the dance of the stars,
But my spirit is overwhelmed within me because of your act.

Our paths,
Our ways,
As hard as stone! !
And like sharp pieces of pottery,
But i am Carbe in the land of your muse.

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