Gentle Flight
The winds has been captured by
a forlorn indolence,
and a forlorn time, with a forlorn clock,
began to tick nearer and nearer
till the termination of a pulse
and the eternal quietness of the body
where the soul sleeps,
and can never come back home
because it has been convicted by a dream
surely your loved one will be able
to speak no more,
the lips retire,
eyes also,
voice becomes extinct,
the time it was heard has shrivelled by
now the sun sleeps under the prophetic clouds
upon the hollow body,
a depth shallowed by the maturity of time.
By Kakraba Afful
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