Fri. Dec 13th, 2019

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WANDERER

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My heart was a wanderer
Your lips found it

my soul a worrier
Your touch brought peace

Now your face is covered with a veil

Your skin a million miles away

Im at the front door of the arena of sand

With just a bottle of breathe to undertake this journey

my face searches yours in the horde

Just to wave to say good bye

The sun stretches its rays for me once more

I embrace these rays of solitude

Hoping to find fortitude

Poet: Kofi Boateng

(Ghana Institute of Journalism)

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