As I move up and down the fret,
The strings discharge their tones;
I cherished the spirit of clarity
Memories sharpened their bones;
In the mood for inspiration.

Times may arise,
Alarms sound their warning.
My morale is about shrinking,
As leaves in summer's scorning;
Torrents streams through my eyelids.

When actions seem futile,
I rely on the creator;
Despite the setbacks and trials,
Ain't cease nodding in prayer;
Patiently awaiting an answer.

❤


#mydeepestmood
#Dēfountain.✍
© #Babaloalaemmanuelolushola