Of The Wolf
She ran and came to me!
Because, she was afraid of the wolf! !
But do not touch her,
For, we need to help her with the available shelter around;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy!
For, this wolf is still hiding in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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