When tired leaves fall
They pray to escape the winds
To escape its taunts
II
They need their quiet rest
Under the tree they have served
To decompose there
III
They don’t need to be
Whisked by an unknown wind to
Unfamiliar lands
IV
Let me be lucky
To fall so quietly without
Heeding to wind’s call
V
Familiar soils have
Familiar termites which are
Gentle with their own
VI
This is a prayer
Wish for future. Let winds swing
Me now than later
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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