Golden Slips Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Golden Slips
Life,
Tenderly he spoke;
With the muse of the Mahogany tree in view.
Gifts of love,
Gifts of life,
Gifts of peace;
With the golden slips at the golden gate of love.
Lovely!
With memories;
In days past like the muse of the golden age,
And, to be content with the muse of love.
Great love!
Great peace;
With the muse of the Mahongany tree in view.
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