DESORROW ME

Beautiful Flower

I yearn for a day of no sorrow

Where words will have no sadness to borrow

To have life to enable them leave the hollow

And light the pain to mellow

When spring calls

And summer falls

I yearn for many made halls

Of sunlight in my head’s thinking walls

Let the shine which shines forever

And the fire which quenches forever

Purge this soul and brew new moulds to make all sadness quiver

As mine becomes a home of happiness forever

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., POETRY., sadness.

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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