August Kisses Comments

Wilted dandelions grow on your grave And velvet moss laces your headstone As I can still smell your sweet cologne Sharp winds hit me like a rolling wave My pallid hands comb the damp blades And gelid raindrops pierce my tan skin As my love for you is held from within Whilst I trek to you through two glades The garden seems lonelier without you As it resembles that of my solemn heart Like a battered delicate rose,
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