The morning cool breeze
as it travels round my skin
Reminds me of the freshness of the day
The scorching sun burning like the fiery furnace in the days of Babylon reminds me of how tough it can be some times
And the evening reminds me there is beginning and there is end.
Joy comes in the morning!
Alas! My hope will not be dashed.
©️✍🏻 Etumnu Emeka Williams
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