Aliens In Spirit Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Aliens In Spirit



I am passing through the Valley of Tears but,
Smooth as butter are the words of your mouth;
And your beauty shall be consumed in the grave one day.

Aliens in spirit,
And like a snail melting in the sun without love;
But be exalted to what you have because,
Your traps are like the venom of serpents in the bush.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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