When the soil of separation
is loamy enough,
and the seed of mistrust
is sowed even singularly,
a sprout shoots up in no time.
It then stems out into the inevitable:
They both branch away from each other,
the greenness of love turns brown.
Then the leaves begin to fall…
That’s...when...love...leaves.
is loamy enough,
and the seed of mistrust
is sowed even singularly,
a sprout shoots up in no time.
It then stems out into the inevitable:
They both branch away from each other,
the greenness of love turns brown.
Then the leaves begin to fall…
That’s...when...love...leaves.
Daniel Kojo Appiah (GHANA)
