Love, this August

I love the skys I see these days;
Nearing end of summer.

A heavy year I’ve carried,
With greater dreams in tow.

With it all, I’m with the sky.
We’re changing every day.
I can’t-wait for-tomorrow,
And whatever comes my way.

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