AUGUST

             The evening
              passed by sighing
              warm and pleasant greetings
              and the crickets never
              missed a beat
              as the late summer symphony
              played love songs
              to an audience of dark shadows
              and the sinking day.
              They sat there together
              lost to the world
              of dying dreams
              and fragile hopes.
              Catching
              golden memories
              in  the stream of the pale moon.
              The fireflies danced
              before their very eyes.
              That night
              he held her
              and kept her
              from slipping away
              in the soft melody.

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