Cracky heart of pain and sorrow
Fermented with thousands of years of dope.
Honey and love are but a wish.
Bottled flower of never bloom!
Yielding bride without a groom.
Serpents tongues of goody sweepy broom,
Grovel on the moon
There will be a light.
There will be abundance with time
And let the gateway to your heart sing.
Life itself is but a groom, doom, bliss and flash.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.