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POETRY

MASTER TO LIGHT

As to how it got quenched
I cannot tell
Except that like a vulcano
Overtaken by a rebellious tsunami
I woke up bruised
At the shores of love
When I had barely paddled to the count of ten
On its sea

II
Wet grounds
Wet woods
All dry matches watch
Marking abominable my territory
Taking strikes in caution
Giving up at one sight
Dry land seems lost
From where I stand

III
It will only take a volcano
To light my territory
Light it if you will
But grow your stick into a candle
Then a dragon fire
Then a volcano
So you are not pulled in here
Into the abominable zone
For then
We really will be buried
Buried forever
In this cold sad wet lands
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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