
There are varying animals
In this rounded ball
This rounded ball
Whose hairs are weeds and feeds
II
Each has its loves and likes
Only the lost knows not theirs
So I will tell you
Feed not my eyes
Feed my mind
So I can draw you in
III
I am a good book
With many blank pages
Under the topic of love
So I need a writing in ink
To fill them up, not flowers
Which will wilt or grow old
IV
So pour in words
Words through the sieve of my mind
Where dust can never get to
To give me the unpleasantness of dusting
Words which old age can never make dim
V
Give me words
Words whose fullness will be company
When I fall into the mouth of the earth
I don’t need flowers, which can’t go with me
Feed my thoughts to teach my heart to smile
Feed my mind to form its security
Flowers have their audience
Words are what I crave for
So feed my soul with words
Bonding words
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
8 replies on “FEED MY MIND”
very soulful and moving. much respect. peace
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đ Thank you sir. Blessings.
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Love this…”Feed my thoughts to teach my heart to smile”… đ
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Thank you. đ
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words speak by itself!
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True.
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Great one Cecilia
Have a blessed day
And peace
Sheldon
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Peace Sheldon. đ
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