The flower seed
In the soil feed’
On water and sun
Through the heat
Before shooting
It shoots
With no pretty boots
Just like ordinary weeds
To prepare its thorns
For the protection of its beauty
So like the flower
Sweet heart, go through life’s shower,
Go through life’s heat
Then stand in triumph and shine
Like the perfect sun on the perfect sky..
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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