The drizzles of monsoon change into cold drops,
Of tears of sorrow and sweat of labor,
The sun and cloud quarrel, of cold and warmth,
As I see the coming of the end of August
How do you let your tears roll,
Without droplets and how can you smile without happiness,
As the love and hate quarrel,
At the end of August
How can you plead to her,
When she is gone,
As the wind that takes out all happiness and love,
How can I watch the end of August
How do I tell her,
Of the green fields and the blue pond that I dream about every night,
How can I tell her of the Milky Way that God shows us every night,
How can I tell her of the loving rain that comes down at the end of August
How can I tell her,
Of the brook and the river,
Of the same rock,
On which I sat and wrote of love and happiness,
At the end of August
A year has flown by,
Yet I sit and wonder,
That will she come back,
Just as she left me at the end of August
Some happiness, is best left unsaid,
Some beauty is best left untold,
Some things can be described by emotion,
Just like the end of August
~~ Scholasticus K
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