The 8th month

Clara Zaitounian
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Her eyes were buzzing like summer flies
And rain did not end because it barely started
The air was filled with endless blue skies
It was like a big drop-not for the fainthearted

She could not believe that life looked better in blue
The summer flies were coming and she will soon see,
That it was time to dance with not one body but two

It is August and it is the 8th month

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Clara Zaitounian

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Studied Bachelor of Arts and Creative Industries at Western Sydney University

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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