a falcon descended
in belated years,
with joy and tears
a legacy extended.
the summer of Chayton arrived in spring
like Mars, an uncommon thing,
not in the conventional sense
but rather, pain and scars:
crimson-drenched.
until dawn, fatigue we fight
despite bruised bonds
Chayton ruled the night.
field of trees bloom crescent moon
fluttering leaves embracing noon
such ocean waves driven of wind
perfectly synchronized reflection of light
rivaled the stars that clear vernal night
affably floating in a sea of blue
pure skies and shredded fleece passing through
how indifferent and magnificent you are.
by K. Osei
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