Pitch black like the devil,
Filled with the smell of death,
Men without conscience lurk in the ditch,
In life we all have dark times,
Times of sadness, heartbreak and strife,
But the fall of night brings the rise of day,
Filled with the smell of honey and pines,
Bright and glistening like a baby's smile,
The day is light.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015
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