Libnah

Siege-works,
From its own land;
But in the seventh year with your love,
And like a dry land in the wilderness.

There is no love in this room! !
Because, the pages of history are now left bare all over;
For Libnah left the house alone yesterday to the bush without a clue.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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