Phase Three

You came along to me like a timber in the calm forest,
But the same light that shines on you is like one seen shead of me! !
But my birth is always noted to my relatives,
And like a lovely song in the land of your muse.

Today you are what you are and, i am who i am!
But seeing you off last night in the dark was like the works of joy! !
For, in the land of plenty, i will always sing you a song;
And like the joy of your muse being shared by many.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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