MY PRIVATE PLACE

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

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

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

Tags DARKNESS, DREAMS, Life, POETRY.

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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