August Ghazal
People ask where’s the year gone August
yet I face summer swelter August.
Someone wonder how times is lost
as fall lurks behind a closed-door August.
Someone revels in spring love a poetic leap
but spends time alone August.
In March a child dances
the world turns before my eyes August.
In March a child’s cry
a heavy sigh in August.
In the morning a whisper
a resonance at dusk August
In depths of night a pause
the soft cry August.
In spring a planted seed
a leaf falls August.
A gust of wind passage of time
people ask where’s the year gone August.
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