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They call my love as a stubborn scar,A wardrobe of photographs and roses.A milky spot on the silver of moon,An orb of sharp paper cuts and frozen dew. They call my love as a stubborn scar;A summer of longing,An autumn of swimming in the ocean,And staying afloat and shedding skin like airA winter of anticipation…

A taste of Autumn in August

The month of August arrives with a little taste of July departure, the month when I met my beloved. And some exhilarated rainfalls that splatter all around the spaces of my home. It reminds me of the next month of my lover’s birth day, And thus his tender kisses on my cheeks, throughout the passing…