August Rain

To the one who knows, With an amble soul I move, Longing for thee. Tugging the tide, Here I lay, Many a moon, in my day.  ©️ augustrain/arjimariamjacob

Buds of bliss, tender and fragile, kissed the sunshine. The spark of spring. Stales of pale, ripe and grey, sighed with fall. The age of autumn.                             Blooms to gloom,  counting the kiss of death  Dreams, left behind.   ©️augustrain/arjimariamjacob