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TIMES OF OLD

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I

Seeing heaven open and close

In a sheltered happy home

Counting the stars lying on back

Feeling sky’s tears and its angry scratches

Are tucked safely in my happy  mind box

II

 Our farms gave us food

As streams quenched our thirst

The air had flings with the many trees

And whispered in the process

Goodness! And we were the beneficiaries of their passions

III

The farms had plants which smiled with opened palms

And had leaves swaying and  dancing

Even when we uprooted some

They served in diligence and love

Being the Boasiakos who gave their heads in loyalty to save mankind

IV

Here I am

Missing their view

Missing their taste

Missing their nourishment

And deceiving myself of gaining class

V

I miss the scent of earth

I miss the scent of simplicity

I miss the beauty of the greens

I miss the times of young years

And I miss beings seeing me for me

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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