The 8th month
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

