Open secrets, under the shades of darkness.
Cold as ice but in the right hands,
I will melt.
Through the pages of history
our stories transcend this story.
Of good and old,
of circumstances untold.
As legacies unfold and
history is being told,
respect is earned
for the decisions bold.
Then I soul searched and
I saw hope from the ancestors,
backed by running yet stagnant waters.
Such mystery !
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Selorm Komla Koffi
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