Momoh

Languages are the pedigree of nations!
And like an excellent articulated acts of love being expressed by nature;
But, i am like the stream of love that flows in the Jordan.

It would have been very difficult at first but,
You still count on the pusillanimous disposition;
But, flowers are like one of the surprises which are always met with the visitor.

Of the abundant fruits of love and the flowers of love;
And of the frivolous act of the light that comes out of it!
But, where is Momoh my lover? ! !
For, i am now surrounded by the bigger acts of the sea lions.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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