A SUN DAY

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.

Tags AFRICAN FEMALE POETS, GHANAIAN FEMALE POETS, peace, POETRY., PROBLEM FREE DAY PEOTRY

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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4 replies on “A SUN DAY”

The sun will shine as the clouds will rain the seventh day is to rest for peace will reign as the clouds will hide the sun for Sunday is for a supper soul fun

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