Marissa

Bring her in,
Bring her in,
Bring her out of the cold to the get the heat under my shelter;
For i have enough heat to share with hwer,
And like the joy of peace in the land of glory.

Her name is Marissa,
And she was sitting on the hill naked and bare;
So they brought her in under my shelter,
For i have enough heat to share with her.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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