the summer of Chayton arrived in spring
like Mars
not in the conventional sense
but rather, pain and scars
most intense.
in the dawn fatigue we fight
though all was well for Chayton ruled the night
field of trees like crescent moon
fluttering leaves embracing noon
an ocean waves driven of wind
perfectly synchronized reflection of light
rivaled the stars that clear vernal night.
gently floating in a sea of blue
upon a pure sky with puffs of cotton passing through
how indifferent and magnificent you are.
by K. Osei
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