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Poems & Stories

A POETIC YEAR

A POETIC YEAR New year, we all make merryEnjoy the few days of gloryPrepare for the days of worryCos the

Paakwesi Natty

DEAD LEAVES DO NOT BRING JOY

I have walked these streets but now they lay bare. They were rarely empty.  They seem to have been conquered

Komla.says.alot

She must be confused.

Unraveling of clothes,distanced emotions.She was beautiful,I am still good looking.Corrupted desires,adulterated cultures.She lost her beauty to the vultures.Now she is

Komla.says.alot

EASY

Paakwesi Natty
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