“is it i, who have dragged the latter of linger from the shadows the smell of death from the pits; the footprints where no one steps the pitiful thoughts of nostalgia, hate? the love for another, hate for myself, of… — nii norton Copy Share Image
“beautiful blues in fine tunes; tunes of bass and brass brass knuckles clad in sweat and tears true to a son of pain; waving off the past into a new dawn a son of pain made much more, a son… — Nii Yeboah Norton Nortey Copy Share Image
