A chariot of gold

Pushed by purest horses

Move in bold

Recovering all losses

Magic holds cold

Ordering love in many poses

Laughter in many fold

Resonates in all forces

Ready hands to hold

Open with no clauses

Pain is sold

As hearts dance with needed resources

Red for intensity of the mould

White for beautiful choices

Dreaming with opened eyes

Form such lies

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


  1. Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.

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