(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Read It Again!

This poem is for the mind,
And, it is like the 'self' we present to the world;
This poem is to the minds,
But, 'the real self' lies beneath the masks.
Read it again!
And, you will find the muse of my love waiting for you;
Because, i am here to dry up the pool of your tears with my sweet love.
Maybe, all the time!
Maybe, for the first time;
But, personal.
Rediscovering the muse of love as hidden in the garden of peace!
Pure and beauty;
Yes, of the 'true self',
And, for the mind.
Championship!
Companionship!
Coded;
Like an acceptance,
And, of one's roots and culture.
Read it again!
And, it will reach your heart to open the door of love;
With wondrous eyes leading your emotion on this muse,
Because, i am here to dry up the pool of your tears with my sweet love.

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Comments (1)

good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.