Sleep
It was late in the night
The mind flew ...Eh!
What could the soul feel?
Idle lay the weary heel.
Prophecies are here foretold.
I hear some nocturnal bird howl
Not for me the melancholic cry!
Merrily, merrily
To sing!
- Adeshina Olusanya
MD, Ileanuolu Global Ventures (IGVentures)
(for gospel/kingdom poems etc)
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