I  was a walking corpse,

my soul screams,

and begins to exhale ice,

the cold takes over

and compells me to wear

a sweater and a jacket,

now even these tremble

and shake by the

authority of the fiendish wind,

they bow down

and worship the might of the winter.

                                         By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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