My Corner
Published in
Nov 5, 2022
A poem
I can smell
The beauty
Of the fallen leaves
Gold
Orange
A deepish brown
As the wind
Sounds
Like the sea-shell
Clasped
In my hand
A lasting legacy
The order
Pure nature
Dawn
Sunlight
Dune
Brushes of breezes
Upon the tip
Of one’s eye
Forceful wind bells
Pocket bubbles
Calm
A pure cycle
A surety
To you
The chosen
In my heart
Open
So open
To truth letters
George Odarquaye Lamptey — The Experimental Poet
Nov 2022
