The Hassle P
Lost in summer of freedom,
locked in thrall to frenzy!
Life blooms in her May;
wilts as blaze bears down;
dims with sun at the crossing
in gold, purple, and rainbow.
Stars take the stage at night,
winking: Hi, how was the day?
All's quiet but the dumb hum of a graveyard!
© Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Dec 2022
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2022
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