Whispers of passions
Like voices of seductive airs
Roam the streets charming
II
With gifts and curses
Snaking like brown snakes in brown leaves
Confusing their caught
III
Electrifying
Are kisses known to be greetings
Minds lose their thought zones
IV
Whether gifts of breath
Or future centre shame
Most actions, though lame, can’t be tamed
V
Funny, how all powder
In innocence until an evidence is found
Why the fuss?
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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