When rivers stood in their dreams
They forgot of days they acted as streams
And tasted filth, felt the sharp teeth of stones
And travelled miles in the lone
They, now in pride, bloat
As they on top of seas float
Blocking streams and rivers
Who in need of strength shiver in quivers
Forgetting tsunamis still have power
To on their happy fate tower
The future sure blinds
So we do need to mark our hinds
In this travel
Which in uncertainty wobble
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 15, 2017
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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