
Pushed by loving winds from my home tree
Onto dead leaves
I have smelt much unpleasantness
Tasted rot
Been blown here and there
A pawn of the air
II
I have searched deserts
And felt the pelts of sand
Barely made it out with visible holes all over
A poor little leaf like me
I saw the scents of nectar drawing butterflies in
I saw not the flies that hover
And the wilting that waited
So combed forests
And felt the thorns of smiling flowers
Felt the blows of falling leaves
Felt the chase of dryness
Losing breath and panting for that which drags
Now I need a taste of love
III
I need a taste of love
To be set free from the dragging wind
I need the honey of love
To be weighty in settlement
I need a taste of love
To get a testimony to garnish history
I need a taste of love
Love, like the one fantasy swoons to tell
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) November 1, 2016
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6 replies on “TASTE OF LOVE”
Mum c!
U are too much
Miss u
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Miss you and your class too.
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‘To get a testimony to garnish history’ totally loved the concept of beautification of history and to have a story to tell. This is amazing.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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This was beautiful!
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Thank you Rob.
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