WHEN DAWN SPEAKS

When dawn speaks
The world halts in a heartbeat
As its gentle cries act like a soothing balm
Pre-smearing for any harm
Its clearing clouds; like a needed path
Shabily made to lead my cutlass
Its breezes speak in alien but massaging language
Calling for calm preparations
To face the world
II
Brave fears
Gentle aggressions
Bitter acceptance
Openly deaf ears suffer
Getting mixed signals
From perceived voices
Completely deaf ears bump into all ugliness in hurts
Only the serene thinks to listen and is somehow cleared
When dawn speaks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Tags Life, POETRY., TACT, THOUGHTS

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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