World Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

World



World, word, lord, low, row, or, do;
Do it in time and let me go on with my job!
For this sudden push is all about your love.

Bands, hands, wands, lands, sands;
But let me now tell you a story! !
For you're the lover who left me alone in the country of flowers,
But it will take you a while to know my identity.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,identity
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Edward Kofi Louis

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