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 sometimes
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
PoeticGeneral
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I would like to translate this poem
travels round my skin....hope never dies as dawn, , fine