Kwartiokor

The wind blew over and,
You fell deep down on the hils of love;
But it is very sad that this occured to you!
And i am now on the move in search of a better place to rest my head.
I knew you as Kwartiokor,
And you fell and met another lover!
But history will surely teach you one day.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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