Beneath the setting sun,
friends gather where tales are spun.
Just as scripted memo,
Laughter is echoed.
Memories are shared,
leaving lasting impressions for details read.
Sometimes, we make sacrifices
other times, we become the sacrifice.
In quiet moments, we may be loud.
but for every loss, a gain is found.
To sell salt to the sea
or make alive a dying man.
Same thing that keeps one man awake, sends the next man to a deep sleep.
Written by
Selorm Komla Koffi
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