The sinking sun rays
The sad melodies of nightingales
Wake owls with crowns of dreams
Waking bats with thoughts of mischief
II
The dark will bark
And mark my lack
The yearns will bite
And take my light
Fears will guard
And brand me bad
As the night climbs mountains
To get me through dawn
And roll me over
To another cruel day
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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