Wish I could steal it like
a silk thread of moments
or burn them in everlasting
fire of infinity.
You have given me twice
the love, why.
Then you torn apart me
from the bloom.
Twice the severance and
countless fall.
And now I’m be-muse
forever in the autumn.
And you are there
looking at the sky like
a free bird.
Like a giant tree
and the warm shadow.
Like a sweet kiss or
the time-lapse.
Why did you come August !
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