Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Sounds Of Childhood Comments

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The whispering hiss of starting up a fire
How my mother starts each day, never to tire
Acha in the garden caring each flower pot
Cold would have become, the tea served hot
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Edward Kofi Louis 08 July 2015

Through the coconut leaves. Nice work with the muse of life and the ways of nature.

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