Edward Kofi Louis
Thurman - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Thurman, Ur, man, ran, hut, hat, an, nut, ant, tan, art, tar, rat, mat, mart, arm, ram;
You arrived at the spot with the muse of the your lovely works in the land of the living,
As the fingers of love displayed the colours of the rainbow to all in the room.
Lend, end, send, tend, trend!
Of the legend,
With the secret of your love and, the secret of your life in the village of your joy!
But, the secret mountain is now in your view.
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