Turbulence
The land of the rising sun!
It is written as a story,
But with turbulence! !
For, we all saw what occurred in Japan.
Born in Babylon and now coming out of the cold! !
Why do you record down the message of my phone calls?
For, the muse of this land is now written as a story;
But, with snow on winter's day to cover up the old fashion.
Take a train and come to me,
Take a flight and reach out to me,
Walk the mileage and you will surely meet my home along the path;
For, i have promised you my love! !
But, there will be turbulence tomorrow on your way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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