Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
A letter to Quaah my friend;
With the muse of peace and joy!
But, it is time for the ducks to swim in the pond.
Desert Storm! !
In the land of your muse;
As the air is now polluted with the sand.
People make choices everyday;
But, let your yes always be yes.
With the muse of your love;
But, this letter goes to Quaah my friend.
To wipe it with your hands;
As the rains set in.
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