LIFESTYLE

TASTE HASTE~A POEM~BY PATIENCE ATTAH

TASTE HASTE(~A POEM~). Flee forth and back,I am the time racer Haste with pride and heaven's high Soar with full career,I am the time tracer Taste every bit of precious seconds, I am the path finder.... who will be the cook? Lick down the milky way, Where loved ones disappear Like the dark world's deepest magic it shall present Lie on my childhood ,to know man's gift A sweet gift that must be wisely used Every time must be accounted for Sermon every soul to shake I am the lyre's dancer Sing aloud every singing hymns Because I tell you,time flies like firef

LIFESTYLE, LITERARY WORKS

SHUT DOORS. By Patience Attah

A while ,We never saw each other, Nor alter The Unknown Words , Because,Summer Gave that Space And cast My loneliness to Winter And fall....bit by bit... But again,awoken up. To feel Fire files in my Belly. With countless strikes of lightening , Tasting of Melodious Thoughts :of my Grace . O' ye Patience:Nothing besides remains, Of the Precious whom you love . But can't handle the Hemlock Load... The weariness,the fever,and the fret , That covered my human, (more…)