Nadir
When melodies are gone
And the cock refuses to crow
When the storms come
And the ship cannot sail
When the streams are dry
And there’s no water to drink
When the clouds are dark
And rain falls ceaselessly
When the pocket goes dry
And hunger comes visiting
When the nights are long
And sleep is gone
When love is lost
And loneliness beckons
In gratitude lies solace
For little gifts of life
Day. Night. Sight. Breath.
Copyright © Adebayo Adeniyi | Year Posted 2024
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