A Wind

You've played the harlot with many lovers but,
Can this maid now forget her jewels? !
For i am in the middle of the gate of love and,
I am like a basket full of summer fruits to you.

What do you see ahead of you oh my love?
For it will rise up like the Nile River at once! !
And like one who wanders from sea to sea and,
Form the north to the east to search for food;
But the mountains will dropp sweet wine when,
The tiller overtakes the reaper in the field of love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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