Thursday, 15 December 2011

When Love Leaves



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.

Daniel Kojo Appiah (GHANA)

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