August
In wordless thoughts I live today
Just looking at the pics of you
Like buzzing flies, words fly away
While I am sitting in your room
But then of course, the words return
As soon as I do realize
How lucky I am to discern
Your beauty from so many miles
You smile, you speak, you kiss, you think
You hum the melodies from times
When I was nothing but a blink,
A blink of August in your eyes.
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