Sleep At Last Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Sleep At Last



I never knew it will hurt you so much but,
Try to love me for what i am always;
Because i am the only one who wants to make you sleep at last.
Life is like the gallons of water on moveable carts,
And with the figures of bulls encircled on them;
For your love flows with the sweet milk from your valley,
So i will not put any milk into my coffee tonight.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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