Mangoes

Come and buy my mangoes and eat them,
Come to my heart of love and share with me;
My golden door is open and it needs you.
Live by the truth and grow tall,
Love is all around you;
Because, false lips will rather lead you astray.
I have the golden door and,
You have the golden key;
Come and buy these mangoes of mine.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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