Maschil Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Maschil
My tongue is as the pens of ready scribes and,
You are beautifully honoured with the pouring out of your lips;
But the works of Maschil are the objects of culling remarks,
And we need the sunshine to spell out your name.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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