Clouds form to give life to rain
Rivers flow to give strength to seas
Plants grow to feed, heal or kill
But beings grow into the earth
We know not the colour of ghosts
Like meteorologists and their audience
Some predict
Some believe
Some sit on fences to just watch
We, these sad girls
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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2 replies on “TRANSIENT THINGS”
Affliction, yes, the watchers, perhaps even in possession of a better way, but in no position to bring opinion to bear. Wonderful prose. So talented
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