It's August

Though in my territory this is now tearful hearts for 15th,17th and 21st of your surmounted time yet I try to hunt for you differently In the deep den of the life story momentarily comes and goes with the best wishing by the touching of raindrops and humidity It's ended summer, going to be ended the rainy days yet feel the dogs day, the angry face of the sun oppressive dampness attacks the perennial dreams In your wish-yielding tree, I intertwine the day when sweet bitterness of reality greets me to enjoy the gladiolus poppy on the colorful soul Far occupant, I am of the Cape Floristic alluring diversity of blossoming oscillates through zephyr embraces compassionately like the neodymium In your red, pink, white, yellow, orange…. I am spell-bounded, in the sword of lily I seek strength, sincerity, imaginative multiplicity 19.08.2020 Chattogram