LIFE RELIGIOUS

SWEET BLOSSOMS

Through sin’s sweet bosom

Many hurts did blossom

Gaining roots

Acting as boots

And in cahoots with punishments

We cherishing

Though perishing

Sweet peas

In acidic seas

Bubbles of heart ripples

Weapons masked in angelic pebbles

III

Sweet hurtings

Like peace’s chaos

Soul’s dirt bowl

Like heavenly hellish creation

Sweet Lord

Please come on board

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETESS, 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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