Finally, I get to my mountain top
And I view the trash from here
The stains of footsteps
The sweat which the rocks did taste
I hold a stone
And pour on it more sweat
And I roll to clear trash and mud
II
So tiring the climb did seem
Now relieving
The cleansing of the hurts
Getting the great view
Is the best of the best
All the troubles like hallucinations disappear
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)
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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6 replies on “STONE TO STONE”
Reminds me a bit of New York City!
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Really? Great.
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Reblogged this on William Chasterson.
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Thanks bunches.
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Sounds like the part of Brooklyn I live in. Walking down the street one smells dog poop and smelly stinky trash. Oh for a few weeks in the clean bucolic countryside or near the soothing sea.
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Nature stinks sometimes but is beautiful in its rewardings. Hope Sister Debbie is fine
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