Mouths of trees
Are their roots
They roam in the earth
And search to feed
To keep the standing bodies
Fresh and strong
But no eye does see
Their tiresome toil
Unless erosion washes
Hands dig
Then their dirty selves are seen
Their elimination is the upper fall
And death to all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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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