Edward Kofi Louis
Nightly Review - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
On the work,
On my past,
In a cold and dry place.
On my vision,
On this journey,
In a hot and wet place.
Of this world!
Of my mind;
Why has time eaten me up?
And, why has time deplayed my success?
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