The Search The past Is but the cinders Of the present; The future The smoke That escaped Into the cloud-bound sky. Be gentle, be kind my beloved For words become memories, And memories tools In the hands of jesters. When wise men become silent, It is... FonTomFrom: Contemporary Ghanaian Literature, Theatre and Film - Page 4 by Kofi Anyidoho - 2000 - 383 pages Limited preview -
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