POETRY

ROLL, YOU STONES

Minds sleeping
Waste of lives
Arms folded
Bothers to chest or laps or hips
Legs static
Waste in mobility
Rolling stones gather moss
But their hardwork help them to clean
Sayings is salt
Too much of it
Makes edibles not tastable
So I rest thinking you sage
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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