A smiling sword mostly
Holds bitter bitterness
Which develops sharp edges in the dark
To take hearts from its enclavic back
Hearts which warms up to them
II
Match eyes with mouths
Ears with hands
Shadows with backturns
Scribbling and dribbling not neighbours
The mind lives on the storey building
The legs being its palanquin
A word to the wise
Stays north
Watching your choice
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. :)
View Archive →
Mum Cee