August rushing in:
The rise and fall of summer;
Don't forget to write.
Wavering life form-
Gazing at Father's kingdom;
deepest wake up call.
Burn the book you read.
Wake up from this fairy tale;
there's no prince for you.
The picture on the wall;
the back, never to have seen light.
That is why I'm here.
Vanilla with salt:
Slightly off from what I seek;
the way I like it.
Monarch butterfly!
Gentle as you come and go;
but why go so far?
Move on? No, move not.
Even though you're not a cloud;
take things in lightly.
Lighthouse I'm perplexed!
Shine light on others for nought;
man made, yet man can't.
My eyes set on red...
A warm and innocent night;
will age mean nothing?
Yellow butterflies.
Gentle as a vineyard breeze;
they are inside me.
Welcome home August!
Please accompany me to
my yellow brick road.
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