BENEATH THE NIGHT LIGHTS
In the making of a man...
By Phoebe Nhyira Kwapong-Anyan Published 2 months ago • 1 min read

It was underneath the night lights
Where the termites had their nuptials
And where our feets rhymed with the drumming of the rain
It was underneath the bright skies, that our little hearts skipped merrily
And our laughters echoed the hope of tomorrow
It was under the dazzling stars
That our futures felt so distant
And yet seemingly close
And our voices echoed the promises of a life untold
It was here that we dared to dream
Our minds gently wandering of what might be and what might not
It was here...
that we were made.
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This is lovely <3
A lady with soft voice buh a big heart. You expressions are from a place abundant simplicity buh refined freedom of being. Our world is safe cus you give us hope of what we want to be. I love you piece
I love how carefully this was written. It's like taking a single step each time. 🌌I really do like the feet rhyming with the drumming of the rain. Linking us to nature in such a beautiful way. Futures feeling distant. Then showing us by mentioning the dazzling stars 👌🏾 🌌Oh my. Those last few lines have me goosebumps. This was outstanding, Phoebe 🤗❤️🖤
This is a beautiful piece