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Nay-it not now, when the darkness still crawls nearer
Night you shall always be the welcomed Angel, to implore
To nay-it, a message the sun has left, with fires
Oh shades of the day, magma and ice
Always at heels of each, enemies and friends
Which one, which one comforts me?
Nights of nay-its succesful reigns..
When upon my creaky atsatsa*, I counts the fruits
Sun oh sun, fire out of the Brahma's hearth, you reign in history
my journey has started
A soul searching
To clean the brass and shine its surface
For the lights boasts of shines to soar
As I clean my self of debris of old, of old ages
Ah, night, nay-it, all that blackens me with blots.
Lamptey Godson Kofi (c) 2012