Ewas Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Ewas



A wordy show,
Handled,
If used;
But, you should not have touched her!
For, she was dedicated to me.

The lust of deprave passions,
To the end;
But earnestness in the land of your muse! !
And like Ewas your friend,
But, i am now in my own vessel.

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