The Produce From Them Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The Produce From Them
Your love is as in the days of old,
So plant vineyards and drink from them my sweet one;
Because i will fly as high as an eagle to reach out to your love!
Make gardens of love and eat the produce from them,
For the pride of the hearts have deceived many around us!
But when one fruit is ripe,
Another one will follow to satisfy us with the peace around.
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