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CYANOBACTERIA MURALS ON A DESERT ROCK

Where the sun sculpts rocks with fiery touch,
In the heart of arid desolation,
Cyanobacteria moves in isolation,
Painting love on stones, a mural as such.

Beneath the relentless desert sun,
They thrive in the harshest embrace,
A testimony to love that's never undone,
In the barren expanse, a sacred space.

Upon the canvas of rugged stone,
They etch a tale, both bold and bright,
A love that flourishes, though all alone,
Defying the odds with sheer delight.

In the midst of life's parched adversity,
They cling together, an ancient pair,
Each pigment a symbol of tenacity,
A love resilient, beyond imaginations of men.

Sandstorms may rage, and winds may howl,
Yet, their connection remains unbroken,
In the silence of the desert, a solemn vow,
Of love enduring, a language spoken.

For true love knows no bounds,
Not confined by the current strife,
It thrives where uncertainty surrounds,
Painting murals on the canvas of life.

TIDAL SOUNDS ALONG THE COASTAL CLIFF
Upon the cliffs, where salted zephyrs play,
Nature's melodies in the fading day,
Each crash of the waves, a rhythmic song,
Against the rocks, they dance forever so strong.

Unlike the clamor of market squares,
Where discordant voices fill the air,
Here, the ocean's murmur takes its place,
As a soothing balm, a tranquil leniency.

In marketplaces, chaos breeds,
Hustle and bustle, cacophonous needs,
But on the cliffs, a peaceful hymn,
Where seagulls soar and the tides begin.

The coastal cliffs, a realm of quiet surrender,
Where the ocean's lullaby is always tender,
Far from the urban hum and chatter,
A refuge where serenity doesn't shatter.

Listen closely, as the waves compose,
A ballad of seclusion, where solace flows,
No market cries disrupt the coastal choir,
Only the tune of the sea, never to tire.

@ Brian Dartey Frempong & Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena (2024).

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PERFECTION FIRST VISIT ON EARTH

A story of change began to grow,
In Bethlehem's stillness, a star aglow,
The first visit of Perfection, a cosmic dream,
Transforming hearts in that sacred space.

A babe was born, a humble start,
Yet in His eyes, a world apart,
On Christmas Day, a timeless birth,
Perfection stepped upon the earth.

In manger's straw, a cradle's rest,
A cosmic shift within each chest,
The human heart, a turning key,
Unveiling love for all to see.

A shepherd's gaze, a wise man's quest,
All felt the stirring in their breast,
Perfection walked, a mortal stride,
In Bethlehem, Love turned the tide.

No grandeur held, no earthly throne,
Yet in His presence, seeds were sown,
On Christmas Day, a torch ray,
The heart of the human race at play.

In stable's quiet, hope unfurls,
Perfection born, the Saviour swirls,
A genesis of love and mirth,
When the heart of humanity found it's worth.

© Brian and Joseph Books (2023).

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A GLANCE THAT CURES

Within the quiet of the hospital room,
A tale of love unfolds, in a sacred space,
Beneath the soft hum of machines at play,
A nurse's glance, a cure, in a love's display.

In the antiseptic air where worries reside,
A healing touch, where love shall abide,
With every gentle pulse and caring word,
A connection blooms, like a songbird.

A glance that cures, a look so divine,
In the world of healthcare, where hearts entwine,
The stethoscope's echo, a rhythmic beat,
In the dance of love, where souls may meet.

Amid the beeping monitors, a music of care,
A nurse's gaze, a remedy rare,
Eyes that hold stories of compassion untold,
In the language of love, a tale unfolds.

In the sterile glow, where anxieties wane,
A connection forms, like a healing rain,
A touch that mends, a smile so pure,
In the hospital's haven, a glance that cures.

Through the shifts of night and the dawns anew,
A love story blossoms, vivid and true,
A nurse's heart, a sanctuary so bright,
In the world of healthcare, where love takes flight.

@ Brian Dartey Frempong & Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena (2023).

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SNOWFLAKES BALLET

In the winter's theater, under the moon's soft glow,
Snowflakes don their glistening gowns, ready to bestow,
A ballet on the stage of frost-kissed delight,
A dance of elegance in the silent night.

Each flake a dancer in this celestial show,
Twirling, swirling in graceful flow,
Choreography written in the icy air,
A snowflake ballet beyond compare.

The stage is set with a blanket of white,
Nature's canvas for the dance of the night,
Frosty breath and whispers of the breeze,
The overture of winter plays with ease.

Snowflakes pirouette, a waltz on the breeze,
A mesmerizing dance among the trees,
Crystal ballerinas in a winter ballet,
Gracefully enchanting the cold night away.

Their delicate pirouettes paint the air,
A ballet that none could ever compare,
Twinkling like stars in the dark expanse,
Snowflakes perform their frozen dance.

The moonlight casts a silvery glow,
As the snowflakes twirl, a radiant show,
Nature's ballerinas, a shimmering trance,
Captivating all with their icy dance.

The snowflakes' ballet, a gift from the sky,
A spectacle that catches every eye,
In winter's theater, under the moon's soft gleam,
The snowflakes dance, a magical dream.

@ Brian Dartey Frempong & Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena (2023).

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