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THAT SIMPLE

I need no promises of gifts

When I have double a hand

I need the hands who’ll work with me

To gain what will forever bind

 

I need no bed of roses

Whose thorns will pierce my youthful pride

I need many straws, you and I will weave

To keep our mending knowledge

 

I need no promises of keeps

When my stunning flower wilts

I need a plant which will wilt with me

And hold my hand into the earth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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By amoafowaa

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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