Afram Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Afram
Afram, far, arm, farm, afar!
How can you love me when, you don't like me?
Patiently and peacefully are the works of the truth;
How can you love me when, you hate yourself?
Feelings, Precision, Timing! !
Covered bridge;
With the muse of the spirits of the forest.
Soar, oar!
Transformation,
Tranquillity,
Dark skies!
But in top form;
After the rain.
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