August,
The time of sunshine
And curly roses.
Of colour and the sea
Rushing along wet sand.

Summer days,
Slowly unfolding
Never-ending moments
Of dazed love,
Of unexpected joy.

Until the first shadows
Touch us,
And we are all lost
In the beauty of a quiet evening.

Wanting only to live
And live again
The glory of these sunny days

And their endless
Summer promises.

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