AT THE PAPLEASSION

Meet me there

There

At the papleassion

Where heat and cold embrace

As lightening and thunder sing praise

Hold me there

There

At the papleassion

On the waist of power and slavery

And let the windy audience worship bravery

III

Indulge me there

There

At the papleassion

Where speaking and listening have handshakes

And let chaos willingly act as door mats and hurt brakes

I’m yearning to be there

There

At the papleassion

A place of passion and pleasure

To pension tensions

And initiate understanding visions

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETESS, 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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