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Poetry

A collection of poems I've written over the years that tend to lean towards sappy.

August

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by cherreise

by cherreise

I think of August often.

I think of light, friendly breezes and soft waters.

I think of a fullness that I've searched for forever, and I feel warm and hot and content.

I swing beneath the stars, dreaming lovingly of the world- I dream of August, as the bitter wind chips away fragmented pieces of hope.

And I feel that familiar warmth...