I live here in lonely wants
Going only in troubled fronts
All the hollow ears open
At every steppy country
All the many hands open
At every steppy country
But I want only those ears of yours
And only those hands you wore
I want it all to come from the grave
To listen and hold me tight
You lie still in the groundful heaven
And listens not to any pleading
My heart you yearns
My hurt runs deep
My laughter you stole
With your last breath.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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