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Newly-Wed August BlossomsAugust blossoms, newly-wed sunset, aroma of love uncontaminated. Tears of dew leaving the fields wet. The month is warm with sunrise. The days alive with song notes while the Sun glistens with sighs. What tales are written about love and fair maidens, about Nature's intricate knitting. The heart speaks of being true listening for the whisper and allure in every heartbeat that pulses for you. Will I be just an August fool? Whenever you are near the Sun spins and the stars of fate begin to rule. What is forever in our time? Is love to last until forever ends? How far into the past does forever climb? August blossoms, newly-wed rain, aroma of love washed anew. Dreams of tomorrow laced with gain. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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