When darkness folds its arms around the earth
And many living things rest fearing no death
Goosebumps from beneath this skin cry
Wishing you are nigh
When the owls take charge
And the bats seek charge
These eyes which must close tight
Wander and know that your presence will do right
So which part of passion developed wings?
Which cupid hymns did we fail to sing?
Which gross mistake did we fail to set right?
These complaining lonely nights do give me fright.
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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