And my soul, in August sun;
Crosses its isolation;
We watch the sounds pandering in walks of life.
These footpaths - our steps into the sun;
The aroma of the hours;
It marches along.
The seeds of passion like air of Aphrodite;
The sun includes my heart;
Guide my steps to mercy.
Hatred loses and lost in the love of leaves;
The autumn wears its stunning catch;
One door opens between me and the clouds - as i trail by.
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