The High Hill Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The High Hill



The high hill!
Will,
Mill,
Still! !
Like the Nile,
With the muse of your smile!
Till you walk a mile;
To talk with a chalk in your hand like a teacher.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy fiction,rhyme
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Edward Kofi Louis

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