August

The heat is high, the winds blow strong, Songs from the birds sound beautiful, They mesmerize my ears and sing so loudly overcoming all other sounds.. so peacefully… My mind goes on a trip to a distant place that seems so so far away from here… Helping to forget the normal existence of this deprived and constricted toxicity… Forgetting all that’s been left behind, The beauty in what could be is long forgotten, Yet the possibility of Hope remains forever And forever there’s no stopping it…