sing my soul O’ morning sun,
winter’s cleanse fresh season spun
let spring’s sprout, unfold the way
that creatures bloom on full display
what joy of touch upon my skin
no past be present, nor tomorrows sin
we’ve danced together through eternal time
i’ve restored your minutes, unveil my shine
permit us trundle broader reality
continue our waltz through immortality
we unite again before the divide
without place no time, together abide
I’ve kept my word — i remembered
By K. Osei
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