The Story II
The raining season! !
The story,
Like the wife of a British soldier;
Burning the candles at night,
And like the lady with the little dog.
Lonely poets,
Lovely poems,
The dead are always dead! !
So, why pray to them?
For, there is a Creator in heaven.
20 years in prison!
I saw the process,
And, i have learnt how to read and write;
All in!
All out;
And like ladies night.
Of a younf man,
Of a young lady,
Of the story;
And like the wife of a British soldier!
With letters from Felix;
But, the face of this dog is like the face of a wolf.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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