Cynosure

'Potato-hills' and the hills of love,
Of the ecological consequences to write out my mind;
But the climate's upheavals are all around us.
The sun is hot and the gates of love are now opened,
But the earth changes like a pressed clay under a seat;
And my precious one is the cynosure around you.
This beautiful world of love is like her muse,
But to visit a bar and to take a drink is like your muse;
And of all the men who will like to kiss her lips.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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