He serenades hills
breaking curves
with a kiss
creasing the blade
of green heaven
and the sky relieved
its blessing moisture
blissfully
to entwine.
and if it weren't for the sun
scorching the days
and sucking colors out of our life
maybe then I could still dance
after rainy hours
and be uplifted by you and
the refreshing scent
of us.
Still August alights decay
on the matchmakers' match when he echoes
we're burning....











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