Schil Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Schil
Everybody in his or her own best is only like a breath on this earth,
For tomorrow comes and he or she is gone too soon into the grave;
I am now silent and i want to hear the muse of your love,
Because i want to know whether you truly love me for what i am;
For Schil is ready to remove the burden off your shoulders and,
To create enough room for us on this love that muses with care.
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