EXPRESSIONS Fiction Poetry


You should be free like the hummingbird flies

Lost in your own eternal and dreamlike space

Liberated from all plain thoughtless lies

Chasing truth like bees in a nectar race

Seeking singularity with fast pace

Yours is the world and all buried here in

Awaiting your rebirth in a hidden place

Yours is an endless joy, nowhere forsaking

In the end you will be crowned your own king.


Here, your pain and endurance pays the price

Your wails, worries and sorrows have no place

Like sores and bruises nursed by patient lice

Your focus concentrated in your face

On your flat forehead like invented lace

The spoils of your toils are for the picking

It is work in whatever to be called ace

Behold the fruits of your labour falling

Catch them with your four hands wide, high, reaching.

WRITER- KWAKU GYAMFI – ThreesixtyGh writer and contributor.

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