Bad morning greets in hollowed caves
Thinking aloud its knighty saves
Fantasizing itself as Biblical Daves
But none seems to work as none helps paves
II
It is the lack of saviours
That calls for its misbehaviors
If the bad is released
And its curses seize
Whatever wrong it writes
Will erase itself
Tearing through a monstrous break
To see daylight
Demands muscles of demons
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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