August Rain

Heaps the heart, Rustic memories- Feeble and frail, Set in stone. Singing the blues; Sets the self, Slaying from frame, Rustic memories.  ©augustrain/arjimariamjacob

In the wind, Down the memory lane, Wanders my soul; Pining to cease, With a meaning, Once and for all. ©augustrain/arjimariamjacob