Mine
Days seems dark
While sky song sing so bright
That of mine shall never lack
Thee in heart at light
We strive without knife
With all our pens on table
Inks which links us to life
For Thou love is incomparable
Let my voice be heard
Within you my power lies
Among those of many head
In source of heaven eyes
Unfading you shall be
Even when world forsake me
Copyright © Hamzat Adams | Year Posted 2019
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