Evira Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Evira



Come out of it!
And, do write out poems out of it;
For, she opened her doors for you.
Mist, midst, miss, mint, mind, misty, mystery!
But there are cobwebs in your wardrobe;
So, Evira your friend is around to help you clean up things,
For, your conflict is now wide open!

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Edward Kofi Louis

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