The stars shone so much brighter,
And it was merely one August ago,
When carefree hearts were lighter,
Before deep gold summer had to go!
The wandering birds sang a finale,
In the color splashed sunset hour,
As bare trees shivered in a valley,
And long gone is my scarlet flower!
This August I lost my Mum to dementia. Yr poem made me feel warm Bravo!
Loveliest take on An Agust Ago, so well said and artisdtically rendered.5 Stars full
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wandering birds sang a finale....Fantastic poem...