A Fleece Of Wool Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A Fleece Of Wool



A fleece of woool,
Dew, due!
On the threshing floor;
Muse, use!
On the dry ground;
Bet, between!
Entrenched quite deeply.

Spade, made!
With no difference;
But, with the muse of love,
because it was so!
And, to rise up early in the morning;
With the muse of the red rose in your hand,
After the act.

Friday, December 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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