This place of yearning
Owns a churning
As rain seeps through the pores of the earth
And the earth cries in cracks for the thirst of it
So does the yearning begs attention
II
Withering prime!
Anxious crime!
The bells loudly chime!
Deeds deal not with dimes!
Hold me in your arms
Those strong arms
Pull me through my schedules
Though I am still in the cradle
Crying wolf where sheep play
III
I and I and I and I
Surround me in all I seek
When she, he, you and we
Is what aids and plaits and shades in trade
Mark my steps
Hold me firm
Make me a seer
When blindness eves
On this trip adorned with slips
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
PHOTO CREDIT: mariefoxpaintingaday.blogspot.com
You are welcome back my friend. May you be highly favoured.
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May you be highly favoured too. Blessings
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