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​WHEN LOVE’S WHIRLWIND SWEEPS

When love’s whirlwind sweeps
It moves fearlessly like a monster looking for keeps

Pressing hearts into one until it, one sound, beeps

II

When love’s whirlwind arrests

Every sour taste blends into milk like a newborns’ from breasts

Making unfathomable ills honoured crests
III

When love’s whirlwind stamps

Its desired sounds beat no ear-blasting amp’s

Even stinky hovels become exploring camps
IV

But when it slaps

Even Satan’s right hand claps

Applauding the athletes caught in their hearts’ traps

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 18, 2017

By amoafowaa

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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