Used to walk with sunshine
she was my armour,
not even the arrows of life
could conquer me when she was there
my breastplate of gold,
my breastplate of power
whenever she walked,
shadows got burnt,
she wore the cloak of the sun
everywhere she went,
she always went with the
glory of my heart,
my wondering heart,
always wondering how she did it,
she was the perfume I wore
my whole life,
powerful five years
my eyes would question tears then,
not know,
sadness seems to be my consolant
brother, by the curse of her departure,
there was a strange
eclipse of the shadows,
and she wasn't around to burn them
with her cloak of the sun
it seems I was living in a nighmare
that never left,
a tornado that eternally
tore apart my heart,
but if she was here,
she would have made it bow to me,
she was immensely powerful,
she was my princess...
By Kakraba Afful
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