Symphony,
Your breath and mine are in harmony
So going in different paths will be a felony
Blimey
Asking for more will be pure gluttony
We, even in a desert, will form a colony
Isn’t it an irony
That we lived like cat and mousy
And now our union is branded as classy?
Let’s flow with the symphony
Exploring it all in harmony
We’ll live through the sun and clouds until we reach death’s colony
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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