Edward Kofi Louis
Flock Of Shorn - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Tell me where she is and let me look for her,
Because she is perfumed with myrrh and frankincense;
And behold! ! The bed of roses is what she lays on.
Your teeth are like the flock of Shorn which came up from the washing,
And like the beauty of your bed well laid last night in the land of peace;
For, your speech is comely and, your lips are like a strand of scarlet.
Tell me where she is and, i will look for her!
For the beauty of this land is like the beauty of the rainbow;
And, i need to know much about her.
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