Mahanaim Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Mahanaim



Mahanaim, man, him, aim!
Like an ivory overlaid with pure gold;

Seasons, reasons!
Sold for love;

As told in your land,
But, to hold on your stength.

Monday, February 1, 2016
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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