The Last Flowers Bloomed Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The Last Flowers Bloomed
To remember you,
To remember me,
With colours in the field of love;
And, the last flowers bloomed.
Turbans and shawls!
Living in the ladn of milk and honey;
But, the joy of the hypocrite is for a moment,
As the truth comes along to expose him or her.
Her, here!
Like twinkling ornaments around her feet;
He, there!
And, to bear with him when he puts it into writing.
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