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Month / August 2016

31 August, 201631 August, 2016 by Love like we do

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August is gone
with its harvest moon
and its sudden storm.

Time is a fruit
we will never own.

Only for us
the summer of being.


Ser

Agosto se fue
con su luna de mies
y su breve tormenta.

El tiempo es un fruto
que jamás poseeremos.

Nuestro solamente
el verano de ser.

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