Sweet
At my feet
He offers a seat
II
Sweet
At the beat
He offers a dance
III
Sweet
As it heats
He switches on his cool
IV
Sweet
He makes all neat
When dirt sweeps across
V
Sour
By the lengthening hour
All the sweet turn to sour
So sad. Thoughts then tend to bore
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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