Like plantain leaves
We roll up
Bloom
Extend our hands to enjoy the weathers
And are heated to dry
As the tree of life shoots up
And generates new leaves
II
We are leaves
In the winds
In our newness
We dance
In our brown age
We fall
III
I pray new shoots
Live in their bloom
I hope their weathers
Come with suited feathers
I pray theirs heads
Get to hear
See and learn
To fence their breezes
Until their brownies break their resolves
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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