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PLAYERS AND LOVERS

Players play like porters use clay
Forming, watering,  playing and wasting
Eventually messing up everywhere
Like kids in dangerous games
Sometimes harming themselves
Sometimes shaming themselves
Most times incurring the wrath of their carers
All in their initiation of fun

II
Lovers are like roses
They open wounds and show
Admitting they will take all blows
In any fighting show
Their sincerity being their anchor
Their flaw being their blindness
Why can’t I be the latter?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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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