It’s Sunday

Let the sun run my day

I need  no proud cloud

Which will call meddlesome thunder

Which goes nowhere without its lightning wife

To shake my world and make me a coward

Though I fear the extreme heat of the sun

I prefer that to drowning in cloud’s rain rage

Let me get the sun

Yes, the sun; its peace and light

And if its heat rises, I shall quietly bear it

I prefer the dust to mud

And the breeze to wind

Let it be what it is; a sun day.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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