A Song
A SONG
A tool that expresses my emotions
It does reveals my admirations
It gets rides of my tribulations
And shows my afflictions
A song makes my joy bells
It makes my wound heals
The rhythm of it makes my happiness rolls
A song it flows like blood
Through the veins and arteries of the heart
The greatest weapon that sinks deep across the heart
It comforts and gladdens the worry heart
The pulse of it makes me weep
As I do nodule so deep
It does links the ear to the heart to keep
The juice of it that makes me peep
As I hears of its first beep
by Francis k.Arthur(scisco)
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kwakwa Francis Arthur
Francis K. Arthur is a student at the University of Energy and Natural Resources, Sunyani -Ghana.who is reading Bsc. Electrical and Electronic Engineering. A naturally gifted Poet with in-depth knowledge of poetry.
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