First read at radio universe 105.7, university of Ghana, Sunday, April 22, 2007.
My liver shook
In the touch of your spirit
And in it
It's your hands i took
At where we depart
Our doubts danced not to leave
That they be like air, not apart
Yet your absence: that i breathe.
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...
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