Harder Than A Rock

Open rebuke is better than concealed love,
For the ointment and the perfume are here at last!
But, you can't restrain the wind.

Cut away her branches of love!
For they are not needed again by her user;
And seek for her in the open places if you can find a man as well,
For i am now harder than a rock!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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