The cool breeze of the spring.
I'm the withering trees outside in the fall.
I'm the serene lagoon, where beautiful swans
f l o a t
upon.
I'm the
g moon that bewilders your eyes as you
n
i
s
i
r fall asleep.
I'm the sun you cannot look at
in the b r o a d daylight.
I'm AUGUST,
who soon will be a FULL moon.
But I first have to become the
sunset
as
I
f
a
l
l
.
I have to carry swords in my back;
I have to keep wan der ing like
a hermit, until I am
found.
Until, I have truly found myself.
-August
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
The cool breeze of the spring.
I'm the withering trees outside in the fall.
I'm the serene lagoon, where beautiful swans
f l o a t
upon.
I'm the
g moon that bewilders your eyes as you
n
i
s
i
r fall asleep.
I'm the sun you cannot look at
in the b r o a d daylight.
I'm AUGUST,
who soon will be a FULL moon.
But I first have to become the
sunset
as
I
f
a
l
l
.
I have to carry swords in my back;
I have to keep wan der ing like
a hermit, until I am
found.
Until, I have truly found myself.
-August
