The winds of August hum a tune
Between the dusk and silver moon
Where time feels like a drifting tide
And shadows stretch but never hide
A quiet ache, a soft release
The kind of calm that carries peace
Not joy, not sorrow, something new
A truth that only night can view
We walk through days with hearts half known
In borrowed skin, not quite our own
Yet even broken wings can lift
When silence offers space to shift
So take this breeze, this moment's grace
Let doubt dissolve without a trace
You are becoming, slow and true
Not who you were, but someone new
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
The winds of August hum a tune
Between the dusk and silver moon
Where time feels like a drifting tide
And shadows stretch but never hide
A quiet ache, a soft release
The kind of calm that carries peace
Not joy, not sorrow, something new
A truth that only night can view
We walk through days with hearts half known
In borrowed skin, not quite our own
Yet even broken wings can lift
When silence offers space to shift
So take this breeze, this moment's grace
Let doubt dissolve without a trace
You are becoming, slow and true
Not who you were, but someone new