In the light
Of this fight
We find the sight
In an insight
And lose our might
Like a kite
We fascinate in light
In God’s sight
As our colour bright
No matter our height
But there is our night
Which brings our plight
And turns all things right
On this site
Into a hopeless tight
We lose God’s sight
He loses our sight
We clear from the light
And lose our flying right
Before eternally falling into the night
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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