Whispers of passions

Like voices of seductive airs

Roam the streets charming


With gifts and curses

Snaking like brown snakes in brown leaves

Confusing their caught



Are kisses known to be greetings

Minds lose their thought zones


Whether gifts of breath

Or future centre shame

Most actions, though lame, can’t be tamed


Funny, how all powder 

In innocence until an evidence is found

Why the fuss?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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