The holy cricket has no reason
To hold its last breath for long
For the royal naked bird

Has no other secret to display
Now see, the enzyme of my heart
Has delivered another staff
Without the knowledge of the ducks,

Let the morning stars rain
My pure dews violently
And allow my wet sun rays
To swim rapidly in the air,

Hmm, if the queen of my air
Continues to harden the back
Of this delicate tortoise,
How can my motionless heart
Find a dripping honey like hers?

Today is Thursday,
Yes, today is her soul day
And tilling of her love is forbidden
But can a cloud full of sweet words

Break the chains of my strong passions?
Let my bitter tongue
Remain silent in his cage
And lose not the cowries and the cola also.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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