dearest August
your sun rays
makes the skin above my eyebrows
bead with sweat
dearest August
some days
you blind me
and you make me forget
of the dark days without you
times that make us who we are
days we try to forget
though
they always leave a scar
dearest August
I need you
but them I need more
the sun
I always hope for
but to the moon
I made swore
that days as today
are not always as is
my promises made to Luna
are those ill die with
