DORMANCY

Yearn and sit

On carved horse’s seat

And the “n” would flee

And show you “year”

And the “y” would flee

And be replace by “t”

For the lonely “r” to call an “s”

They will then travel to your eye’s land

Pinch and fall like angry rains

As they take you back to be teased by time

So sit, rock and rhyme

There will come a time

When pain of no gain

Would be your rhyme

Tags #TIME, HARD WORK, Life

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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