Like A Writer's Ink Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

As white as snow,
As sweet as honey,
As lovable as apples,
As strong as timber,
As soft as sponge,
As deep as love,
As light as paper,
As joyful as romance;
The muse of poetry! ! !
Let it flow like a writer's ink.

Fresh grapes from the young fruit trees! !
Romantic as a writer's book;
My existance! ! !
Taken from the clay;
I am the unknown philosopher in your neighbourhood!
Out of my branches are many faculties.

My writings are everywhere! !
With the blues of my muse;
But, knowledge is what i bring to you.

Read, read, read!
Learn, learn, learn! !
Work, work, work! ! !
Be strong and brave enough to understand the faith;
Without stopping from the works of the truth.

The separation between water from water,
The separation between people from people,
The separation between lands from lands!
Like the birds flying above us to give us wisdom.

To write a new poem and to sing my song! !
Muse of the white horse,
Muse of the red horse,
Muse of the black horse,
Muse of the pale horse;
Like the secret of the seven stars.

Walk in the light than darkness!
To love and be loved;
Bringing peace! ! !
Because, my footprints are everywhere.

Here comes the sun and, it is alright with me;
Here comes the snow! ! ! ! And, it is alright with you;
With views to share along the line!
And like a writer's ink with wisdom.