Benjamin Tetteh

When the sun misses its way home
And the sky forbids it a dwelling
My heart like a tree that has fallen
My joy like a cloud is wandering
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I have girded my heart
With the garment of love
And fed my mind
With the knowledge of Viola
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With a smiling face
Who will hug a ghost
It was possible before
When the moon was on earth
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O, my dear Oriole
Who has made you with such elegance
A mélange of many colours
My longing is none but you
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A struggling fist
A battling beast
Nay nay nay
The shallow seas
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It swims out of location
Through the warm and cold seas
Many miles from home
Into the grave foretold
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Your nights were long
Too long for the coming
The still room spoke
To testify your coming
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Excellent without blemish
O! how great the sound of the sea
Like the many waters
Which fall from heaven
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Pens write endless lyrics
Mouths speak saturated words
When the heart is set on motion
The blood pumps with dynamic pace
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Plead with the heavens
And contend with the sun
Ripen the grapes with haste
As you sway the tree with words
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Come o sweet words like rain
Pour with haste on love's head
Shine o sweet words like light
Beam with hope in love's life
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I have mastered the wings of love
And have now found my falcon
As an eagle I dread no fall
The height of love is not a scare
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Music may be classical
Poetry may also be
True classical is one
Who named herself classical
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