Desmond Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Desmond
Of the day of the dogs,
Of the year of the dogs,
But being here isn't all that roses as you thought;
And i do have my mind on you always.
Life is like a sea of glass mingled with fire,
But today i am made whole like a woman;
From the ramifications of your love.
Oh Desmond!
Do not follow that which is evil;
But try and cloth yourself with a pure white linen always.
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