Pantsil

The four living creatures darted back and forth,
And each one went straight ahead!
But like a great cloud taken with fire,
I am here with my friend called Pantsil.

Red, yellow and blue;
Of the four faces and the four images of love,
But it all began like a dream and we finally fell in love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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