Grass

Give grass to the horses and the mules,
For i am sitting ona high mountain and i am enjoying the views;
And the sweet memories of your love do bath me all over!

Five loaves of bread for five thousand men,
And like the signs of the times and the face of the sky;
But the wind will always whisper your sweet name to me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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