Shadows wake tall
To shorten to tall
Begging clocks to save their height
But tick tock
Is a rhythm unbreakable
Its heels sing to break many hearts
II
To beg time
Do beg yourself
To hop on its speed
Like a good passenger
To reach destinations in time
To dance to its chime
Life is but a rose today
But moulded rot tomorrow
Rots sweepeable by loving hands
Into hidden bins
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 29, 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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