Let’s fall into August,
I’ve always loved it,
Beneath the fruit trees
Kiss me and squeeze.
I feel your breath in,
My skin is burning.
Can’t hold on longing
For summer evenings.
Your wine is so strong,
It makes me feel wrong,
I have my lines blurred,
I’ll be your songbird.
August
© Copyright: Елена Викторовна Борисова, 2021
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