The dust from the feet of the sun
Has hardly settled in the sky of man
Yet cricket voices are loud like newly borns
Sounding and sounding like loud horns
II
Fireflies are showing their hidden lights
Once again showing shrubs, they can shine so bright
Owls and bats rejoice and sing songs of joy
That they can really feed without beings being coy
III
The sky chooses its wicked day
To make darkness have its own say
Shutting eyes keeping the watch
On chairs of mosquitoes on wooden porch
IV
Since day and night hold hands so well
I love to travel to my dreamy well
Although life there is not always so smooth
The fish loves water so its content will definitely soothe
And there’s never a boring day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

9 replies on “MY PRIVATE PLACE”
beautiful poem
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Thank you very much for your voice. blessings.
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Yes, dreams hardly ever bore … 🙂
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They hardly ever. Thank you for your sweet voice voice.
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🙂
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Your poem is entertaining.
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Thank you dear Raul. Blessings.
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This one’s lovely.
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Thank you dear Marissa. Blessings.
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