Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Beyond The Veil


Love,
Beyond the veil!
With your muse,
With your mind,
With your heart,
With your acts,
With your moves,
With your art,
With your romance,
Like late bloomers.

Summer time!
Romance,
With the muse of the swimming pool.

Love,
Romance,
Distinction,
Applications,
Encouraged;
With the muse of your lover,
Beyond the veil.

Love!
With the muse of your embridery;
Like a conture designer,
Beyond the veil.

Love,
Credited!
With the muse of your romance,
Beyond the veil;
Under the watchful eyes of joy.

Creative!
Innovation,
Distinction,
Inherited;
With the muse of your culture,
And, of your concept.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 04, 2014

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