Perpetual

Urban spaces,
Sweet-smelling cinnamon;
And like a memorial to the muse of your love,
But a fragrant blend of incense is waiting for you.

A perpetual agreement,
From generation unto generation;
But the image of your love is hanging all over my house!
And like the muse of 'Florence Nightingale' in my backyard,
But i will always respect my mind to lead me on.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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