Within the heat
of the midst of July,
the stars could hear
a mournful cry.
The sun let out
a sorrowful sigh.
Day was ending
in the midst of July.
The clouds hid the moon
as it closed an eye.
He hid all alone
in the darkness of July.
The moon longed for the light.
The sun wished for the dark sky.
They could never be together,
apart from the mid-evenings of July.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Within the heat
of the midst of July,
the stars could hear
a mournful cry.
The sun let out
a sorrowful sigh.
Day was ending
in the midst of July.
The clouds hid the moon
as it closed an eye.
He hid all alone
in the darkness of July.
The moon longed for the light.
The sun wished for the dark sky.
They could never be together,
apart from the mid-evenings of July.
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