The Lily Of 27th September Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

The night breezed gently by
with whispers of love
and melodic tunes of heavenly descend.

They were shadows of joy
welcoming a new birth;
the Lily of 27th September.

Her smile, so elegant,
it preys upon the sorrows of our hearts;

and her gorgeous steps,
full of perpetual gracefulness
wins the sight of her ill wishers

She is the Lily of 27th September,
with beauty that beggars description
and glitters daily in the rising sun

Who walks with such splendor?
Who exudes such striking countenance?
None, but the bearer of the name
Christine Teye, the Lily of 27th September.
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