Edith Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Edith



Of your earnings moulded into an idol of worship,
Like the roads and the roots of the nomads;
I came to love you but you turned me down!
So i took away my love from you.
Edith, you are like El Berith;
So i have ceased main my sweet oil of love for you.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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