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Bright Beginnings
A poem

I saw dewdrops today
A transparent milk of purity
The brightness of the sky
Indeed brought a smile to my face
Having endured a winter so hard
Tarred with bitter cold
My heart says it’s not
What the fortune-teller told
I’m a man of heat
And burning passion
Therefore ‘I open’ when
The sun knocks at my door
I glow, I feel glee to the extent that the sun
Has come out just for me
But I am reminded that there are
Four seasons where I dwell
So who am I to tell on the cold
In the face of nature to be so bold
I am I, and surface with the sun
And I am resolute in my declaration!
George Odarquaye Lamptey