Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Night ends and though this day won’t happen again, we know where we stand, and see the light that shines, and the way we opened and reopened our heart, the way we knew the call was his for his sake, the way these words flow like a lake, is the reason why a day should never be wasted, days should always have dreams in it, with eyes bold enough to see waterfalls, even where no water falls.