This dead bulb

Left in this heart that stood derelict

Lighted like the full moon in a cloudless sky

Upon your appearance


It’s a pity eyes can’t be privy

To the bright rays it emits

When your voice kisses my ears

As your hands touch my layers


Flowing rivers are not my comparables

When we talk of freedom of flow

As your smile is my frameless plane

Which flies me wherever happiness resonates


It surely was a long wait

It surely was a bad state

It was surely a cruel fate

When you and I failed an early date


Sighs of the heart are now smiles

Sorrows of the soul have turned laughter

Weakness of the spirit are strength in flight

A day is a year, a year, a day in your forever ever after

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2016

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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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