Bruised Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Bruised



A bruised reed i will not break and,
A smoking flax i will not quench;
And, i am here only for your true love!
And, to pull ears of grain and to eat them with you.
Pull, full, dull, cull, gull, hull, lull, mull, null!
But, a bruised reed i will not break;
Because of the muse of your sweet love.

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