I live in that song
Among all who long
Up on the Pong breeze
II
Chi,
Chi chi chi chi
A bird is my chi
So there are many dangers
I can’t smoke like the gangsters
Lest the smoke brings in hunters
I can’t fly so high
Lest I’m shot by guns
I can’t walk long on earth
Lest I am caught by animals
I hang here and there
I sit here and there
Suffocation
Tiredness
Fear
Why
Me?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

12 replies on “MY CHI”
What a beautiful little bird and beautiful words.
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Thank you very much. Blessings. 🙂
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My thoughts exactly. “Why me?”
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Amazing we all ask ourselves that. The thing is, it is because we wish it for some other people that it happens to us. But we can’t help asking why me. More like a reflex.
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Lovely, Cecilia!
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Thank you Rob. Blessings.
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So creative your poem is, and I love, love, love this little bird of lovely aqua color. Thank you.
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Thank you too. Blessings.
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Good job! 🙂
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Thank you very much. 🙂 Blessings.
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