Day: May 20, 2019

Poetry Monday

At this mountain top, never do I cease to see your face glistening as the sun.

In past times, I must admit I did the sprint so that far from you I run.

In present times, my once static frown has morphed into a smile of one having so much fun.

Pray, keep me anointed as I upscale greater heights to fulfil my mandate through the Son of Man.

©️July2018 DENyamekye

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