Who is she
that my love begs her love?
and my tears snake my cheeks
with the swiftest passion
i confess in no shame
my voice quavering, frigid
that i lack in speech.
At the university of Ghana.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
1 comment:
You seem to love a woman.
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