August Rain
In the falling rain of silence,
in the whispers of clouds passing upon the banks
of this morning grey
across the weeping skies overhead,
there is only the sound of summer
and mourning,
for in words of blossoms and beauty,
the promise of spring,
is still left unsaid.
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