The birth of August is upon us, as the fair haired sun rises in the sky
With songs of the cicada unwinding, the sand hill Cranes sail by
The heat is hovering all around us, we feel heavy in it's grip
To break free from it's bonds, from it's clutches we must rip
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I love that in this huge world of ours the fact that the month may bring different weather down here, but the sentiment is not lost....you can feel the temperature within this piece...great work
effort is well noticed, very well written. Please check some of my work too and rate it and or comment it, Thankyou. Kilian
Great piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.