August can take her voice away
but her seeking spirit rides the air
From a higher West she gathers up
as she's done before with valiant care
I knew her not when last she passed,
her world is so much larger than mine
Scotland, Italy, Portugal and France
know her body, her breath, her mind
I speak in dreams to flashes of her
as she darts across the ether's expanse
Once we shared a meticulous kiss
and vanished away to chance, to chance
Time now shrinks as the hours retract
and her seeking spirit rides the air
September will bring her out of dreams
for once again our kiss to be shared
(Image from videohive.net)
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