Asinga

Cat walk,
Dog walk,
Horse walk,
Cow walk;
And like an open window in the land of your sweet muse,
But, remember me when you get there!
For, i am Asinga in the sweet land of love.

It was blue but,
It became white later!
It was red but,
It became yellow later!
And like the muse of my friend in the land of joy! !
But, i saw the lonely star up high waiting for me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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