Chief

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Sunset sky.

Summer air.

Tinctured with the smell of rotting fallen leaves.

Lying supine.

Canopied by the shadows of the leafless gigantic mahogany trees.

Dying grass spreading out,

A mixture of light brown,

And Amber,

And green.

I close my eyes.

Your fading smile,

Flashes.

Crisp laughter.

Sweet angelic voice.

Chief.

I am almost over you.

Almost.

Or am I?

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Comments

I love the humor of this poem😍

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4 years ago

Thank you. I'm happy to know that you loved it.

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4 years ago

I thought it was a recipe, then I read it again. :)

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4 years ago

This article is very interesting. Your writing skills is amazing but your post is so small.thank you for your writing about chief.

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4 years ago

You really have good poems. I am speechless sometimes I'll read more about your works and hoping that I could publish this kind of poems

Then again you inspired me. Etey akesh mi ma leng

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