Joan

'Mashiyah'!
This is the love of muse to touch you over there;
With words of humility to brighten your day.
Like the missing book,
Like the missing child,
Like our toils of the sand when the sungoes down;
But do watch out because my eyes do see your nakedness.
Come back to life joan my love,
Come and share the world with me;
Like the missing records yet to be found.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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