Last day of August

Last day of August

Summer in her honey phase
Autumn, blushing like a virgin
Caught staring at her groom
And me, counting wrinkles

New gowns, old gowns
Same spin
Different aromas
Even the fruits have another kiss

What to tell about the dawns
More cruel, more bitter
More pain at their burst
Or you prefer the dusk
That wound cutting your breath blunt
Leaving your joints to sore incessantly
Sad songs
Last day of August
That day when poisoning with nostalgia begins

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