Swing Low Poem by Ewura Ama Akyere Saah

Swing Low



Cloud in haste;

Dark-bright movement…

The calmness of the night

invites fright and teary eyes.

Brilliance of times

is twists and turns

birthed in the mind

and bred in the heart.

The token of peace;

the soaked soils after the rains,

stories are lost in the mist of time

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