Casted Spell
He's been through hell
Yet still on earth dwell
With swords against his flesh in swell
Hypnotic he feels
Drown in a waterless well
So precious a life in casted spell
It shall be well
For this he believes
As sweet fragrance in longing smell
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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