Waxed Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Waxed



Waxed old bones,
When deep sleep fall on us all;
And like the pain of a woman at childbirth.

The strife of tongues and the shadow of thieves!
To distinguished between the right and the wrong;
And to delineate inborn differences,
Love itself is something but where lies the truth?

Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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