Golden Slips

Tenderly he spoke;
With the muse of the Mahogany tree in view.

Gifts of love,
Gifts of life,
Gifts of peace;
With the golden slips at the golden gate of love.

With memories;
In days past like the muse of the golden age,
And, to be content with the muse of love.

Great love!
Great peace;
With the muse of the Mahongany tree in view.

by Edward Kofi Louis

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