Mixture Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Mixture



She held my hands and i saw the movements of her eyes,
But her way of life is the mixture of righteousness and evil!
So i watched her steps with mine,
For every religion was started by a man or a woman.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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