Shemally

It is flowing into the narrow stream,
But, who sets it freely as a will?
And like the water wine and the sour wine around you;
But, oh woman! ! Why are you now weeping?

To look in,
And like a sponge in the bathroom;
But the soldiers came in! !
And, it was on the first day of the week;
But, Shemally my friend came around to record this incident.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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