Ariza Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Ariza
Ariza, air!
Lying on the floor;
With the gifts of love,
With the muse of my siesta in the land of the living!
Waiting to see Esther after a short nap with the aroma of the ester in my kitchen;
Because of her sweet love.
The muse of life and the ways of love!
With the bells of nature like the medicine of love;
But, life had its own ways in answering my dreams at times.
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