Flowery flowers
Frown from fear
Fuming fiercely from feisty friends
Finely forcing for futile flow
Formidable forces faboulous fright form
Faking futures free from fear
Only to finally let them fall
Poor, poor flowery flowers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
(This poem means beautiful ladies try to ward of fake suitors sometimes by frowning only to end up toppled by fake deeds. These men win them over only to let them fall in the end.)
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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