Duku Akwasi Odwaa Boffour

(12 June 1985 / Nkawie)

An Empty Beach


The early sunrise is heart-warming
It makes me feel like I'm flying without wings
I have enjoyed beaching with you
Today is one of the days we often
Sing the song of love birds in flight
But now I sit on the sand waiting
With no hope of seeing you
I only see an empty beach
Alone and lonely I walk on
The footprint you left behind
I feel like an ugly shell that has washed
Ashore with nobody to take me home
I'm still waiting for the tide
To rise and take me afloat

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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  • * Sunprincess * (3/29/2014 4:54:00 PM)

    .....a lovely poem....and missing a loved one you captured the essence beautifully...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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