Some things are precious to us.
When we find then,

We find heaven, we find peace,
And it gives the reason to live.

Many things are not found;
Those that should serve as the heaven here,
Yet our soul expends for glimpse of them at least.

The tears drain our strength daily,
Hope lingers faintly,
And light leisurely escapes the horizon,
Yet we barely live; hope to find them someday.

By Adeshola Ademola. Follow @onedemola
Adeshola Ademola is a savvy Brand
Strategist and Content Developer. 
A public speaker and a writer at heart.
Acting and poetry (spoken words) are
amongst his favourite pastime.


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