A Better Tomorrow

A garden of thorns and thistles,
Someone had ceceicved you my love;
And flying up high like an eagle to view the world,
But someone had stolen your love away from me.
I can't trust anyone again in this land of hatred,
For you came and ate from my tree of love;
And now you are very worried!
But there will be a better tomorrow for me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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