WHEN NIGHT RISES

As palm-wine ferments

When time fans

So does passion ferment to booze in time

Its booze gives madness

Each dose intensifying fierceness

So heat in a heat

Let’s dance to the beat

Even if all we have are our feet

And a seat

When we meet

In the face of the rising night,

Even tears are rains

Fertilising our hearts

Laughter; our heaven

Belling bubbling happiness

So let’s dance to the beat

Even if all we have are our feet

And an un-stylish seat

At least our dance will be a feat

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, love, 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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