Wed. Dec 11th, 2019

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A DREAMER’S HEART: TO HIS LADY

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Like a rose thronged with thorns

You are beautiful without additives

As the sun shines through the moon

Your face smiles in my dream

Iike a child looks into her mother’s eyes for milk

My heart digs for your heart

Like a tsunami you sweeped away my plans

With my chin proped in reverie

I wish the collapse rebuilds clans

Your umbrella shrinks when I seek shelter in the rain

Your walls condone not the mundane

The moon will be ours

This hamlet will not stay humble

Prideful it will not become

Prideful you will be

If you believe he is not mundane

Kofi Boateng

(GHANA INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISM)

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