Ojo Attah


My Pure Gold - Poem by Ojo Attah

A treasure to behold,
and blessing to unfold,
An award to uphold,
Love to no one untold,
Epitome of light so bold,
Your absence brings me cold,
Clay in God's hand for a good mold.
Not in the shop to be sol,
My jewel: just like pure gold u're to me.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011


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