Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Salt And Water
The land of freedom,
The land of freat memories,
The land of natural resources,
Of a sound hospitality to all mankind;
But habits are like traditions which die very hard.
You might have seen my nakedness from your rooftop,
So stop talking in circus and be very brave!
Because, an acid reacts with a base to form salt and water;
And this love is always seen in your eyes.
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