I
Like an old flower
Watered by rain
Blooms, for hope
***
I,
Like a charcoal so forgotten
Lights,
By the care of a benevolent
***
I,
Like a slave in dreams
Ruled
Because of care of a king
***
I,
Like a child so wronged
Smiles
Because of love of a being
And so I bow in thanks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Gerald Adjei ©2015
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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